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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