I pulled in to the

parking, right

next to this woman

smoking her cigar

while gazing into the

sea, and the

skies.

~

so, I too looked beyond,

drawing my breath

and searching –

searching for what she saw.

I looked hard, but

found nothing.

~

The cigar is now

over – she flicks

the butt,

smiles at me

and leaves.

~

This corner here –

part of the Atlantic that

is visible,

is her own, because she

made it.

~

I left shortly after –

to look for the place

I can call my

Own.

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