lo and behold — a message in a bottle
washed upon the shore surrounded by sea foam,
crushed shells, and frosted sea glass
and I see three marine-blue runes circling
the hermetic cork with a lace ribbon tied around it in a bow,
the runes spell out rhymes of forgotten feelings,
and abandoned similes —
"Grab it, grab it," three newborn turtles coo,
coaxing me to seize the bottle as they wobble on past,
one by one into the palm of the sea
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC
lo and behold — a message in a bottle
washed upon the shore surrounded by sea foam,
crushed shells, and frosted sea glass
and I see three marine-blue runes circling
the hermetic cork with a lace ribbon tied around it in a bow,
the runes spell out rhymes of forgotten feelings,
and abandoned similes —
"Grab it, grab it," three newborn turtles coo,
coaxing me to seize the bottle as they wobble on past,
one by one into the palm of the sea
bye bye
