365 Days on 21st Street

Friday, January 8, 2016

all the things, the bits of string

crass reference.

you unraveled me and tangled me back up again

washed ashore like a mess of colored fishing line

what is a bundle of string to do, new life, feathers and seaweed all imbedded



memories of the swell

dry





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