at pensacola beach

soft
slow
morning
wandering
out across the dunes

empty seats and signs
of people out here yesterday

it’s strange how we remember things
we haven’t thought about in years

like how first light looked
in your hair
on soft

slow

mornings

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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