I love to take photographs and write poetry. Sweet.

Steve 🙂

Fractured. A poem.

A filigree of cracks, wrinkles
Upon your desiccated face
Washed clean with weary salt
And wind and watery grace.

Your sad song that breaks
This familiar salt pan patina
Will last at least another age
Until your twelve-bar blues
Ends in surf and spume.

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