Monday, June 15, 2009


Scalloped thoughts do beckon

And press to understand.

They meet with some resistance

And pass from hand to hand.

Sometimes they’re placed above the tide,

But get lost in the spray.

Their staying does depend upon

The shift of sand today.

The breeze can gather up those thoughts,

And blow them round about.

But they can gather back again

If breeze be not too stout.

One seldom feels the flowing tide

Could stable thoughts prepare.

But they can gather easily

Out in the fresh salt air.

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