Strange Sunshine

Folklore isn’t fashioned
by mouths, only sod. Clawed

bark bitten by wolves,
or coyotes, depending on

where your spirit house
lies… Fresh youth hiding

under beach fossils,
the same as any of us

blanketed by sun rays–
it’ll take just as long

for the collage of shells
stuck meditatively to your toes

to find its place
as it will for you

to turn into shimmering
coquina bleached in the sun.

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