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Tiny Poem(ish) #2


i am here to sing the praise
of the earth again
 
although yesterday it is true i had
nothing but hard words for us
 
i have since hauled myself
to the water's edge
 
there i saw white foam rolling
the sea glass birds taking to air never
asking permission
 
you putting a cockle shell
into my hand

(Bryana Joy, 2021)

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