"seaward" she said pointing
"seaward" she said pointingwith one hand beckoning
"streamlined and polished
by relentless tides"
she looked funny
in a mushroom sort of way
constantly folding cards
years later when we met
she said "waves worry me
and the water we cannot hear
will not be the end of it"
I left her by a lamp post rolling
when my own ending
gave birth to a dead squid
phosphorous nights
where jellyfish gleam
seem to find me
pending between poems
and all one can muster
"there is a final blessing
it is so human"
Poetry by Bob
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