Seashell
when you
have outlived
your shell
left it
in the sand
would that
you sea
and begin
again
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Poetry
Seashell
when you
have outlived
your shell
left it
in the sand
would that
you sea
and begin
again
TL
Aside
mid the excess
the access
the possess
there is an aside
of which we long
and cannot find
at darken door
nor roaming room
for there is
no ware
better than the breeze
the rustle of leaves
the way of the water
the skin of a tree
the aimless insect
the rinse of rain
methinks it a shame
to go the day long
distant and wide
without this aside
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Here
have you ever
been aware
of where you are
and watched others
where they are
and they’re talking
and walking
and so alive
and so are you
and so are they
so much so
it seems …
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Grains
there are
watches in the drawer
and when I was young
I wore them all
tick, tick, tick
round and round
the carousel
but something happens
as you age
and somewhere
long the way
you put those watches away
and wake with the sun
and sleep by the moon
and smell the air
scent of the season
and take the time
to greet the day
and put it away
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Stray
why do you
whistle
when you know
he won’t come
even if he’s hungry
homeless
and hurt
why do you
whistle
as if he’ll come
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