Nocturnal Tendencies

She never mentioned those late-night walks

The sudden movements of the sea

Her leather backpack clung so tight it would leave marks on her back in the morning

Ancient reckless aches of waves breaking around her

Dried up by cacti and the occasional tumbleweed

Published by cielopops

Writing my first two full length novels for publication. A delicious neo noir and a memoir to my beloved Yorkie Chico, who passed. This is the journey. Sometimes poetic. Sometimes sad. Sometimes legend. Ready? Let's go!

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