the patter of a past
chattering and singing
laughing and skipping
her weight wiggles along
changing tide my feet get wet
here comes a distant wave
beyond a sea away
beneath the ocean
above the horizon
this now is just a moment
in between my present past
slithering smooth scales detach
the beating heat relaxes the tense
the shade of a tree feels cool
deciding to linger
the lizards gaze slowly
silently the wind blows by
honest healing
one breath bingo
casually calling
the sun sets serenely
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