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Wednesday, June 12, 2013


How time softens the sand,
Turns starfish to decorations,
and shards of broken glass to lovely stones.
Time takes our tracks away,
and lets the seabirds play,
where children always cry,
in trepidation of forever waves.
And time ignores human ways,
to try to stamp sandy beaches.
It gobbles mans flimsy things,
but leaves behind lovely reaches.
And time forgets and time teaches,
if we but listen to conch shells,
and stop chattering like lonely monkeys
and wasting time stocking shelves.
when we could be roasting like an outdoor grill
on a beach blanket between heaven and hell.

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