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Seaweed II

The sea comes to me
seaweed on its salty tongue,
licking my senses,
teasing me; seizing me
with longing like no other.
I breathe and breathe
but it’s not enough,
will never be enough
to quench my insatiable thirst
for those other times, other places,
with traces of childhood faces,
Slippery ribbons
of seaweed and salt
start a craving like candy. 
Sun-lit moments trapped and
snapped in black and white -
ancient Kodak memories 
revived, alive again.
Strands of time strewn on the sand
under my hand - 

and they are mine.



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