Sea Bird
By Bee
Mon, 28 Dec 2015
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All the blues in the dark -
black and the smooth
in the white and rust
in the russet - copper and coal
of the stones underfoot -
trod without care, unaware
that they're there until
tripped on with fantastic
lightness. Water so recently
sparked all the sand
and the contrast
of treasures weight dull
in the hand as they dry
to preserve us -
the nature of gratitude
thereafter - forever
with thanks for the memory
shared, though no matter
how hard we might wish it,
one was not there.
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