miami-beach-fla148halfway in, halfway out
a foot stuck between sock and shoe.
light patterns, reflections,
inner thinking sunk in deep,
draw forgotten memory,
finger grains of time,
as moments pass,
like houses built, none-to-steady,
upon the ever shifting sand.

gaze quietly upon,
each soft reflective whisper,
halfway in, halfway out,
let that gaze meet the horizon,
reflect into inward shores,
where memory will find me,
like a seashell under sand.
No man is an Island,
and no woman a shoreline forgotten.

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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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