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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