Sunday, January 5, 2014
photo by PSC 1/5/2014
Do they miss the sea, do you suppose –
these stones, snatched from her shores –
settled, sheltered, sequestered in my garden
to serve as souvenirs of summers long gone by?
Might they pine, perhaps,
for briny companions, misplaced?
Or have they befriended the dragonflies, mayhap,
and the monarchs, who pause to sunbathe
on their smooth, warm skin?
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