#2 contemplating a mussel shell

mussels

sometimes life feels a bit like

clinging on to

a rope

tide washing in

tide washing out

remember when

the empty shells

marked the fullness

of an evening?

two glasses

home-making

now the spring tide is upon us

the fickle moon

our ebb and flow

throw me a rope

you are still

my lifeline

 

 

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