THE WEAKEST STRAND
A black shell lying in the sand
when the sand was moist and cool
and the sea was dark between
the two breakers forming a screen,
and the mist was all about
me and my memories
of the sea and the shells and a few sand-castles in between.
Gathered shells have this black one,
now glistening,
stored with some purpose then,
but now when all the knick-knacks are lost
and this black one is what has remained behind
I simply cannot recall why
I stored this mighty little jewel
for another day.
Inanities now, and then some awesome finds;
the weakest strands make the strongest ties.
I shall still store this mighty little jewel for yet another day
A black shell lying in the sand
when the sand was moist and cool
and the sea was dark between
the two breakers forming a screen,
and the mist was all about
me and my memories
of the sea and the shells and a few sand-castles in between.
Gathered shells have this black one,
now glistening,
stored with some purpose then,
but now when all the knick-knacks are lost
and this black one is what has remained behind
I simply cannot recall why
I stored this mighty little jewel
for another day.
Inanities now, and then some awesome finds;
the weakest strands make the strongest ties.
I shall still store this mighty little jewel for yet another day
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