Saturday, October 06, 2007

mad but wiser optimist (fingers knotted)

It's odd to be a stranger overnight. A shell empty of the hermit crab. Scuttled away, saline water swishes in and ebbs out and nudged further ashore. There's beauty in empty shells lying face down in transient sand.

2 comments:

The Ugly One said...

have you ever heard the music in them. ah! it has the sounds of the ocean depth and the universal wind. quite a species!

Anonymous said...

Well written article.

 
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