Starfish |
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Remember the starfish we found Nearly hidden in the sand, Baked in the sun, brittle and browned, Rough to the touch of my hand? We stopped to inspect our treasure, To kneel on the beach and be free From people with clocks who measure. You, me and the lapping sea. I remember the smell of seaweed, The chill of surf on bare feet, The bursting joy of being freed, The misty, bright, sudden heat. We embraced the day, standing tall While kneeling in the sand, Out of prison, over the wall -- Loose and playful and tanned. Again the trap of tomorrow Insisting we must aim high, Preaching there will be sorrow If I take my eyes from the sky. Tomorrow, you nag, I won�t listen, Too filled am I with the wish To look down at sand as it glistens, And find another starfish. |
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