Shoreline

Shoreline

It pulls me along its entire length
No inch is left undone

Treasures and trinkets
Memories washed up
Life's essentials discarded

A boot, a glove
The other half
Warm in a drawer
Unaware of its partners resting place

A tangled net, broken seive
Plastic doll, empty jar
Unopened tins ready to release their gassy contents
On the cold shale

In the dark nooks
Something glistens
Bronze? Silver?
Ever hopeful
But the shoreline
Only delivers
Gems of the deep

And gathering the smooth and jagged, pink, Amber, violet and
Chalk white shells
I hide them in batteries of colour and texture
Satisfied by the order
And beauty of what they may become

To a watchful eye
The firm bright clementines
Unscathed
Cry out' I'm fine !'
'Eat me!'
And the boy harvests the fruit
Odd when all has been dreaming of oranges


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