Thursday, August 20, 2015


for the sting on the top
of my sunburned foot.
You sent me to the water,
made me get up and
leave my beach chair.
After all I heard that
sitting is the new smoking.

Thank you waves
for sending me these shells
to gather and take home
as a reminder of my trip.
A strange custom, yet
no one seems to find peculiar.

Imagine strolling a trail,
gathering the bones
of woodland creatures-
a white tailed deer’s femur,
a jawbone of a raccoon,
strolling a trail,
picking up those tiny fingers
of a gray squirrels.

See what I mean?

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