and freaking with a smile
knowing you're here
collecting sea-shells
for tomorrow evening
...to place them in
my cupboard of fantasy
they come back to life
these precious shells
from a forgotten life
whenever my feet get locked
in the tar-sands of the shore
so beautiful and soul-searching,
so much crustacean joy
I crunch my freaking bones!
Leonard Dabydeen &
Indira Babbellapati
Aug.30,2010
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