Life Gazing

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SEA, STONE & STRAW


cold stillness

and old incense

spun in swirls to the dark ceiling.

a portico

and me,

standing on the edge,

inhaling as if I could breath that smell into

the vaults of my memory

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THE SMELL OF THE INCENSE :

charred bracken

stained wood

lavender fields

and musty velvet.

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there was hay on the floor,

like a carpet of gold threads -

worn by shuffling feet, till the warp is all bare.