Seashore hurricanes alter personal maps
I await that passing restless cloudy storm
No more blustery days, no more
Rain-soaked northerly southern shoreline
A gale breezed in from the coast
Whirlwind unsettling my dusty history
Trading on legacies of lovers’ dreamt ethics
She lifted wings for strangers in malice
Spoiling the purity of blessed emotions
Crustacean skin withholds a worthless pearl
Yogic fountain of ceremonial wisdom
A grand design of veiled tradition
Weary winds shift waves where time swims
A current moment drowning peace
I stand in moonlight observing early sunrise
Sweeping changes cross the beach tonight
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