Secret Ingredients
Sea
the sea my old friend
greets me with crushed oyster shells
rough beneath my feet
–
driftwood-
seagulls loiter
above the surf
Death
my sins behind me
wrapped in white linen steeped in
your divinity
–
under water-
the surface
receding
Heat
such oppressive heat-
my sleeping cat slowly drips
from his windowsill
–
shimmering sand-
false promises
in the distance
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