I've got two poems in Three Line Poetry, Issue 17: http://threelinepoetry.com/issue.php?id=17&issue=17
Sunburnt and salt-scrubbed;
wonderful days in the sun;
memories left in the sand.
The river flows past, as it does each day.
Listen, though, as waves lap on shore--
each one is unique.
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