Portuguese Man Of War

by Samuel De Lemos

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Down a lonely
stretch of beach
the smell of seaweed
and ocean mist is,

Medicinal.

The sand in between
my toes-soothing and
comfortable.

Salty-

air
clears
ones mind of
complexities.

Surf-

constant tossing
and turning,
a mechanism
of life.

Heartbeat,

as ocean waves pound
and move-a steady
rhythm of nature.

On

the beach
lies a
Portuguese
Man of War.

Alive

and still.
glimmering
like a candelabra
in the sun.

Heaving-

wanting to make
itself back
into the
sea.