Wednesday, March 4, 2015


Today I picked pockets
full of shells
and slivers of hope
showed through the holes
in my work pants
the dogs were full of joy
and I blew Rick a kiss
on the spot on the beach
where the beaver found him
taking him to the greater
place in the sky
For the first time
in two months
the sea shells sparkled with
light and love
I imagined his hand touching mine
leading me towards my word of the day

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