Written by Emily Harstone | July 17, 2017
The single gull searched for shelter
A single gull searching for shelter
How much is the beach house?
Little by little, understanding crept in.
No one believed in climate change
Forgot to close the fridge. Again.
Frigid waves crashed a frosted ghost
She never came back, I wept.
The ice encased pier was impassable.
The ghost of my past abides
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The single gull searched for shelter
A single gull searching for shelter
How much is the beach house?
Little by little, understanding crept in.
No one believed in climate change
Forgot to close the fridge. Again.
Frigid waves crashed a frosted ghost
She never came back, I wept.
The ice encased pier was impassable.
The ghost of my past abides