Beach Door

I want to escape. A light from the neighbors window. Wiener dogs barking in circles. Sand stained ocean salt passing between my toes. Reaching for silence above the mountains vertex of magenta minerals. Opal peeking from cusps of barnacle dips of sea salty waters. The sounds of sailors of past boomerang from sandcastle oyster yards. Years of bowsprit dives of chopping waters hit the cage of sand beneath my heels. I appear when the door passes my silhouette into their calls. I must go. Escape. They are calling you.

 

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