Echoes
A mound of
words
lost in
a white shag-pile carpet.
bubbling on
the edge of a pristine beach,
toes sinking
in. Her prints echo in the sand,
a route
for others to follow.
sailing on
the backdraft,
voices transported
on the wind.
where wild
goats clamber on the diagonal,
mounting invisible
steps with ease.
its environs
inconducive to man.
watching a
faraway scene on a video screen.
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