I Combed, Hemsby Beach Poem by Mark Heathcote
I Combed, Hemsby Beach
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I went beachcombing for comets
knowing only too well
they exist where I'm walking,
and at last, I find-my-comet
but oh, look, there's another
and now another and another.
My pockets-by-now-are heavy
of picking comets, I weary.
When what is truly rare
does abundantly become commonplace.
Monday, July 22, 2013
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4/24/2024 11:19:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem, like it. Too much of something always takes the excitement away.