lavish white
cement towers
lie to the east,
adjacent to the ocean.
each one outfitted
with fluid balconies
where the waves
can’t yet reach.
10 stories up
there is a window
with a soft light
that flickers
with made for tv’s,
as the rest sleep.
there is sand
in the floorboards
& camels in the trays.
“you’re a good person.”
you sit & ruminate
facing
the window.
going over
your words,
in stead.
-SC
sheila sea 
Love this!
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You put much thought in what you write…amazing….
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Awesome piece.
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Excellent!
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This is wonderful. I love how sparse it is. No word superfluous. I love how you give the telling details. All words have a use, and there isn’t anything left over, nothing there that shouldn’t be there. Every single word has a purpose. Thanks you. 🙂
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haha thank you, that’s lovely of you to say. 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Effectively and efficiently you have captured.
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A delightful read!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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