Lake Erie

August 31, 2008
The rough sea waves,
of a saltless body.
I inhale the purity
untouched by society's pollution.
If only for a moment,
while it caresses my lungs.
Status clouds blanket the sky.
Change is near
as the sun peeks
in and out of consciousness.
The coarse waves come and go
like cheery children,
racing for their taste of sand.

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