Tiny waves
washing up on
the drab
olive beige sand
a steady sound of surf
darker green
of the same earthen hue
of salt water
thick and slow.
Robert (Stastny)
Robert wrote Portraits, a book of poetry. Now and then sentences (prose) come together. Painting has taken up space in his life. Music is something he may be doing more of.
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