Glory (and the sea)

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A poem about a friend. And escaping. And North Norfolk beaches.

Submitted: May 18, 2012

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Submitted: May 18, 2012



I can't wait for the motorway

we will wind down the windows,let

 the wind whip our hair

and forget your mother.


The little, laughing light of us in the darkness

with attract all kinds of strange creatures.

Alive in the glory of this moment,

ensnared in the waves.


Sand shrinks from my feet,

little mammals with a life of their own.

We will scoop lights from the water with out hands

ape-like and clawed with cold.


And when you sigh and the sun rises and shadows hollow your face

and salt.

 I will drive you home.

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