At moon high tide
I run off the end of the silvered dock
Phosphorous confounds inverted eyes
wanting to grasp something more
than air can offer
to sustain this body sinking
into black mollusk mud
and transparent jelly fish.
Jessan Dunn Otis (c) 1985
From the unpublished manuscript MIGRATIONS OF THE HEART
Jessan Dunn Otis|Writer 
I love your writings. This piece brings me back to younger summer days, when everything was exciting and new; and, those summer days lasted forever. Thank you, Jessan.
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Thank you, Rogue Island Writer, for subscribing to my site/blog; and, for sharing your thoughts – always appreciated. We seem to share the same memories of times gone by and summer. For me, those times still exist. 🙂 Stay safe. Visit *here* often. ~Jessan
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