With what I’d found
A salmon leaping
In my mouth
Who would believe it
When I don’t myself
The stern churning of beauty
That can’t be borne
In these broken shells
And stones that stream
In gemmy colors
When the waves draw back
I sit with my pail and shovel
Building as fast as I can
1 comment:
Hello! This post could not be written any better! Reading this post reminds me
of my old room mate! He always kept talking about this.
I will forward this post to him. Pretty sure he will have a good read.
Many thanks for sharing!
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