Despondent As I walk, I imagine my body turning to sand
Initially my feet Ascending through ankles Calves next Knees and quadriceps
I don't resist my as my height reduces My remaining mass is supplanted Now infinitesimal rubble
Bare, unremarkable ground A snapshot from moments ago
Now a small drift An asymmetrical dune of fine-course sand Roughly 187 pounds 98.6 degrees and cooling
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
