



Gray waves pass out on a pebbly beach.
Their blissful naps interrupted by yard work grooming,
sweep of flowers,
abandon sadness,
but blooms fall fast asleep.
Fangipani gratis,
ghosts my daughter is exhuming,
and in her dreams of gladness,
their spirits whistle without speech.
© 2024 | K.F. Hartless





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