Maps

Stripped away,
it leaves me stripped away

across a landscape full
of foliage to fall into without

trying to please anyone,
just you. Wandering:

under a sea of familiar things,
we squeeze between stones

big enough to sun-bake onto,
antlers growing in the crevices

of cool pools the tide doesn’t
reach this time of day, where I watch

minnows and barnacles breathe,
invisible ocean breeze flowing by.

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