this morning they prayed
for those at sea.
the snail has been wandering,
silver trailed the mat
and hallway, escaping rain,
and wondrous sundries.
there is a calmness
a tiny red scooter.
we talked of loss,
they often understood.
sometimes they didn’t
and forgot the apostrophe.
sbm
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
this morning they prayed
for those at sea.
the snail has been wandering,
silver trailed the mat
and hallway, escaping rain,
and wondrous sundries.
there is a calmness
a tiny red scooter.
we talked of loss,
they often understood.
sometimes they didn’t
and forgot the apostrophe.
sbm
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