A Scavenging Song

Sea air shimmers in the evening haze; The gentle rays from a setting sun Reflect the remnants of the passing storm, Cascading skywards in prismic hues to Dry the feathers of the Eastern Meadowlarks That drowsily skim the ocean’s skin. Beneath translucent, foaming waves Shapes begin to dance, unseen; Their …

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