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Shedding Skin On Sunset Beach .

A sleepy sun leaves buoys without faces to trace lingering steps on icing sugar sand, chilled by the late afternoon. 

The chalky white drift of a pelican patch invites the mind to float, as a school tickles the surface and jetty sticks stretch long into the Sound.

And when thought interrupts to say, "You know it won't last", and "Time is never so still".  You take that moment back into a sandy pocket - and leave the hurry behind.

You'll find this poem in the 'Clunk & Jam' book. 

Written by Janine Browne — February 03, 2014