Sandstone Wings

Grant Hope #121

Up the shore of the coast
beautiful but craggy and blanche
in the foreground of the retreating mist of the bubbling sea
sits a woman on a rock’s flat edge
skin sandstoned and free as her heart
contemplating in simple autonomy

Skin undisguised as her mind
letting the waves stir with her in kind
Young as a bird just learning to fly on its own
the polish of her wings is satin in this slight haze
this time to think
a bit of freedom in daily life’s maze

She is who she is
leaving nothing to hide
these wings of sandstone satin
are ready to soar in high tide

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