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Westward Toe

I want to lay on a beach

My splayed toes facing west.


I want to watch the sun set.

Only this time I want to see

Colors more vivid than

I have ever seen before.


I want them to trickle slowly

into the water, mirroring back

Their brilliance as they move

Slowly toward the shore.


Yet this time...I don't want to just see them.

I want to feel them, the reds, blues, purples,

All the glorious hues, as the water swirls

around my welcoming body.


This time seems more important to

Remember.....

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