SAVANNA IDYL<\/p>\n
Sometimes the sea comes in
\nfrom Tybee Island,
\nand smells of shrimp and salt.
\nIt leaves you with a sense
\nof something close.
\nLike your ears picking up,
\nand you know you\u2019ll never
\nforget the feeling.<\/p>\n
See it a thousand times
\nand you have a thousand memories.
\nDoesn\u2019t seem to be any limit.
\nEach time it stays,
\nand I swear,
\nit changes the way your face looks.
\nHow your eyes pick up light.
\nWhat bends in a river and keeps bending,
\nuntil life piles up inside you.<\/p>\n
And you realize you smell like the sea.
\nPeople walk around you like a shore,
\ncome back
\nand introduce themselves.
\nThey don\u2019t know why,
\njust do.
\nYou see it and accept it.
\nA charisma of sorts,
\nand you take them in with a smile
\nand come forth.<\/p>\n
Like someone on the street
\nyou never saw before,
\nor will again.
\nBut an affair has happened,
\nstays with you,
\na place you dream about
\nand never let go,
\nand never know why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
SAVANNA IDYL Sometimes the sea comes in from Tybee Island, and smells of shrimp and salt. It leaves you with a sense of something close.…<\/p>\n