Crumbs of sand fall into the footprint. The wind pushes streams of sun She turns to the empty sea to absorb the sun, then walks along water’s At the black rocks she finds an apple core, white in the sea water. A |
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To the core by Guy Yasko
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Not sure if you meant this but I get a lot of loneliness and death symbolism from this. Vanishing footprints, bleached trees, the apple core. The discarded core – the center of the once living thing. It grows from the core and dies from the core. The beginning and the end together. I like how it all ties in.