Sepulchre

There is a difficulty in the west –

A certain sun refusing to move on.

Beyond the fence of a straightforward neighbor,

my sepulchre raided by gulls.

 

When I hear about sand and sea

meeting with salt,

who laughs,

I shred my shrine.

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