I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
island pome
Cayo heyo keys hello,
west into clear seas,
December palm trees
coral reef, brown breaths
green hued horizon lines,
string of isles nestled
against the sun
a tangled wind through
mangrove mysteries
whistling.
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