Beachgrass & You

written January 2006
author: Parrish Ravelli
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these states become nameless

after so many tears

Last I checked you

fell behind somewhere between there and here

But in a hundred years

this will all be funny.

Today, a seedling

leans into the wind.

Beachgrass & you,

I have missed and hated

in the same day. As we fall

I dream of gypsies and

unattended gardens. One bedroom apartments

are never enough.

Now I dream of picket

fences and what's within

Whether it be foe or friend

sanctity or sin.