maelynslavik

I read your writing

I study your art

everyones

everyones

everyones.

I read things

and study the names at the bottom

wondering about the life.

I’m at the ocean again, 

and I feel at home again. 

The salt breeze always reminds me of seaweed, 

green string stitched into blue silk, 

brown tangles piled on the rocks' edge. 

The leaves have fallen. 

They are changing. 

It's almost that time of year again. 

Over there, a little boy  

sits alone,