Saturday, July 15, 2017

our own lives

ships sink
all the time. there are
bleached bones
picked
clean along the bottom.
treasures too.
chests of gold.
diamonds.
jewels.
we swim above this.
merry with
in our day, splashing
away, uncaring
and busy with our
own lives,
trying to stay afloat.

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