April Morning

Walking with Nostalgia

this morning

decades of memories

soft between my toes.

Heartstrings

sing familiar tunes

and the tide

easily soothes sharp edges

of emotional flotsam

that decorates the water’s edge

in the salty air

and tender mist

of morning.


Oh, please,

don’t let this be the

last

of it.

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