Friday, April 24, 2009

The ocean is such a short ride, heck, even walk away, and yet I never seem to have the time or energy to visit. This is ironic, given how much better I feel after having spent time in it or beside it.

maggie and milly and molly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

- e. e. cummings

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