I find you washed up, a small shell royal blue in lustre, a sparkling inside…
Smashed at a party on a beach, you lay neck up bottom exposed left to greet the morning rays…
She chose him: disentangled herself from her angel element of underworld seaweed…
This year the birch’s leaves are sparse, its limbs palsied with age…
Cherry blossom time kamikaze petal falls only I saw it…
Some time, one time you were treading the earth until you slipped off …
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