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key bridge in the distance
for weeks at a time i am convinced the gold bells ring from the other side afloat on sea wind, they drop bigger than dimes taste heavenly as sacred fruit dish of soft, the sweet the bitterephemeral light pause, the delight of air at once inside immense, the exalt plum of quietnessthe warmth, the tenderness…
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Changes of season song
The sunlight that no matter how clear and contrasted was like a blanket’s pulled up on it bc of that dark. The uppershore ppl in my dream and especially what they were peddling. Fall Equinox week, 78 degrees in the hurricane-clean, bare feet and the hot feel good sun. The signs, pirate smile and wink…
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On the first full moon of summer
The yarrow and mimosas are in flower, it’s a perfect night for lavender elder offering shmr and my nettle tops are finally ready for tea… Some vision comes for the continued establishing of the wild flower ditch, and on the first full moon of summer I pray (help us remember) to believe we’re magic…
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Spring
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Downtown, again
It is September, when my body draws me downtown again. When I crave the Ocean City where I came of age, of my childhood and wild years, the Ocean City where I first met my love. Now I come seeking that second season outbreath, my charged system heady and crunchy on arrival and aching to…
Kel 