driftwood

released from your girth

picked up by the wind

placed in the sea’s storm

tossed in high waves

weathered in dead calm

of stillness

and in the blistering

sunscape

soaked full in salty tonic

and shrunk down again

cracking in the expand

contract

washing up

on shorelines

to be dragged out again

I have found my way

to ride the tide

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