Constitutional

Constitutional

19991208.1405

The sun bobs and dances on the edge of the world
Treading water in the choppy surf
Just like me

The ocean seems to think that I do not belong here
And keeps trying to drop me on my ass
On this rocky beach

I need this bath to wash away some salty water of my own
I need this grit to scrub away the scabs and calluses
Of several years of falls and scrapes

I need this fight against the tide to wear me out
So I can sleep tonight

I need the sun to play and laugh with me like this
Since she's going off shift anyway

I wonder if the surf just tucked a live mollusk in her underwear, too?

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