A day at the beach,
a cold wind whipping the sand,
and a light rain falling.
We were sitting
watching the sky close its eyes,
the horizon rearing up,
a sheer wall of water ,
watched them melding into one
arching canopy of grey steel.
I said... Sometimes I feel like
returning to bone, to sand,
seaweed, and sea–salt... devolving...
She said... Sometimes I feel
like I need to leave you behind
and evolve some more.
She ran to the water's edge,
dived in, swam away,
churning the breaking surf...never looking back.
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