pattern

patterns…

 

lean in softly like jagged rocks hugging the sea

to that weary old feeling clinging to you like moss on stones…

lips now tight, not curled

skin chaffed by salty ocean air

and eyes soft, downcast quietly

sing of spring coming like it does every year… so predictable

 

© 2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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