Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.

Lonely clam



Lonely clam on the shore

Seagulls above, soaring over waves

Searching for a meal.


Two birds land, face off.

Screeching to claim their prize.

An impasse.

In the chaos

A third dives down and grabs the clam

And flies away,




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This entry was posted on March 15, 2018 by in poem, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , .
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