To feel nostalgia for the present is
like finding a rock cut in half
or the sweet taste of sea salt

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I always say I like the seasons
I like the feeling
of pine needles
on my fingertips
but sometimes
                       the  sap   sticks
on my skin
and stays for what could be
An eternity

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Don't touch the moss
you told me
it takes one hundred years to grow
but it feels so good
even though I know it's wrong

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Today becomes a sound
of white noise
and flickers of another time
and today is heavy
like a rock I found near the ocean
that was too big to take home