Mica Scales - by Clarissa
Low tide.
Miles of radiant silica.
Breathless,
breezeless.
I feel a dry rasping tongue
running up the shore
like a desiccating dragon -
End of Summer.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
by Clarissa
Mica Scales - by Clarissa
Low tide.
Miles of radiant silica.
Breathless,
breezeless.
I feel a dry rasping tongue
running up the shore
like a desiccating dragon -
End of Summer.
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Mica Scales,
Styl's toes
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