hand heart sky — a tiny poem

a stacked piece of driftwood, reminds me of a hand reaching from this angle

hand heart sky

sky heart hand

such things appear on coastlines here, imagined

our glance at things shifts

depending on the angle of the light

a giant’s hand reaches

from the stones

surf people mark time

as so many erosions

~

 

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