Treasure Island

Floyd Crenshaw Updates

The Fourth

found you, july, on the beach
the sun-glazed-protection slicked across your skin.
the water spotted breeze poked holes
through your cream white skirt
wet hair covered your face like tribal tattoos
a veteran to the elements
you wore it well.

conversations driven by beliefs in the earth and moon - that inexplicable push.

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