Watermark

A watermark in my heart
for the curve of Welsh shores,
gray sky slumber
and quilted dreaming

Missing your rose-cheeked faces

Toes are sandy with memory,
the squeak of swollen doorways
and thick-framed windows
against hushed gales

This is a mismatched sunshine

Mumbling, mumbles
in the edge of my mind-
low-slung, keening voices

No way to erase
the tides of rising lines
marking the places I have been

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