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Sleeping in the Sand

By:
Caleb Kestner

Sand sifts softly under a setting sun

Long grass lists lazily in the evening breeze

Coconuts take root in dunes, their journey done

Short trips down from swaying trees

Leather bound books lay cradled in the sand

A broken conch their only true companion

Winding down a pocket watch hangs ticking from a hand

Its owner splayed out sleeping in abandon

Grey is the fedora, worn, perched upon his face

Perfects the moment, frozen, caught in times embrace

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