Beachcomber
Every day the tide rises and words tumble ashore
in galloping foam.
I walk the beach and scan the offerings
kicking them about, or picking up
one or two for closer examination.
Mostly I am careless of them,
telling yesterdays beads as I walk,
or my eyes fixed on the horizon
looking for a sail.
What wealth may have been washed ashore
and carried back out again
I do not know,
nor how my life may have changed
had I been a more careful collector.
now that is something I never thought about before! now, however, I realize that this is true...I have missed many things because I was not careful to look...hopefully I looked enough to catch what was important!
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