A Sea-Scented Poem Jumped Off The Edge of the West

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Standing up
on the west end
tongue tasting the salty wind
 
I try to shake the shore from my
everywhere

it’s going to be impossible
to get all the grains
out from under the fingernails
of these palabras

the playa played me
painting me the pigment of
three shades of shale

I wonder,
which part of this sea-scented
poem wants to be part
of a larger conversation:

these sand-speckled sentences
or the ocean-blown space

between                     all                            the                     words

that
just
jump
off
the
cliff….?

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