you stand by the ocean
collecting
bottles
corked with notes
rolled
into scrolls.
love notes.
save me notes, farewell
notes.
there are so many
afloat on the wide sea
washing up
onto the shore.
but none from her,
not yet, but
it's early.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
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