Wait for me by the errant sea.
I rise and fall with the tide.
You stand close, inhaling my salt spray.
Bitter flavor on your tongue.
Why won’t you wade into my depths?
Play with the horseshoe crabs and the starfish below.
Your crooked toes curled up in the cool sand as
The waters wash across you.
But instead you sit on the shore,
Gazing across the hidden ocean
Your errant mind filled with dreams
Atlantis
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Poetry Overdose 