the driftwood fits perfectly in my palm
I unspool the seaweed from its taper
furling it about my finger
my marriage to the sea was disputed
with a tiny crab that day
gentle tug-o-war with my heart
and my eruptive roar
echoing his staunch request
to keep his algae blanket - and home
the equivalent of a cardboard box in childhood
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
the driftwood fits perfectly in my palm
I unspool the seaweed from its taper
furling it about my finger
my marriage to the sea was disputed
with a tiny crab that day
gentle tug-o-war with my heart
and my eruptive roar
echoing his staunch request
to keep his algae blanket - and home
the equivalent of a cardboard box in childhood
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