Homecoming
by Paloma
He
stands at the shore
sand
pushes up and over his toes
in
a wash of loneliness.
Lee
shades his eyes and
looks
at the open faced sea.
The
foam, a white laced shawl
carelessly
tossed aside in a moment
of
defiance,
heartbreak,
falls
like snow, in bits, on the shore.
His
hands shove into
the
blue pockets, deep as
underwater caves, of his jacket.
The
wind tosses around his
head
, like the white seabirds that
scream
above, words that
tore a friendship and splintered Lee's resolve.
A
misunderstanding, his anger
and
the crash of waves that chilled,
stunned,
both men in the sun of that afternoon.
With
sea spray in his
dark
hair and the fading gold light of
dusk
in his eyes, he knows he cannot leave her.
The sea, a lover who pulls at this blood,
hides
herself in the creases of his hand,
and
calls his name in the
high
pitch of a summer' storm.
He
will return.
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