- Royce Breslawski
Woodlawn
By: Royce Breslawski
Undone beneath velvet twilight
Swallowed in eerie zephyrs
Among the coarse, the soaked,
The bleached, the broken
Curdled into a ball on the beach
With all the other washed up things
You haven’t left. You haven’t even arrived
You are in between
Waiting for a dune trekker
Or sea glass collector
To find you fossilized
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