They say songs of apologies
Whispered remarks of eternal footprints
Stepping backwards across the wet sand
Leaving monuments that last only til the next wave
Or until the unrelenting tide surfaces again
Bringing its load of flotsam and jetsam meekly
As if hoping for retribution
Gifts from the sea mean less than asphalt pebbles
But they are treasured in touristy lobster traps
Clam bakes from the locals
Hung up on mantles and left to gather dust
Providing homes for the microscopic
But what is polished glass to a dirty seabird
A shiny object best left behind in the rubble
A weight the ocean throws up when it is overwhelmed by the presents it is given
A trade back of sorts
I take your people
I give you stones
Equal, no?
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The waves crash
Into each other
Dizzy, confused
From dancing all night
CITEȘTI
Songs of the Soul
PoesíaSimilar to one of my previous stories because it is about life, but different because this is poetry. Sort of.
