Home

There's sand in my toes.

A cool fall breeze is

hitting my face.

The air smells of the salty ocean

I was born smelling.

Seagulls call out in the open

sky. Why they call out as they do,

I do not know.

I slowly get up to my feet

getting ready to head home

when I realize I'm already there.

Author's Note

People don't realize what's in front of them sometimes.

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[Lil Guppy]

The structure is probably off and there might be mistakes.