This Portrait

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Let this be your hiding place,

In the middle of the sun

Set your belongings here,

Or there, the kids won't mind.

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Trace your finger across the rays,

The streaks of color on the sand,

The brown and gold, not as brown

Or as gold as you remember.

You still remember,

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The way you are drawn to the slow shift

Of the tides, steady

Your palm makes a perfect wave,

Not perfect enough, but it will have to do.

For now a star sits comfortably near the sun,

Your portrait is done

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