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A series of Small Stones |
A jellyfish tumbles in the waves as we swim by. We briefly touch. Connection. Crest-break-roll. Crest-break-roll. Brine fills my nostrils, coats my lips. Again, Daddy, again! On the breakwater pools fill with life, temporary micro-ecosystems A Small Stone is a very brief poem, optimizing meaning in a small space. These three poems were inspired by a trip to the beach with my family. |