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Driftwood
driftwood...
it conjures up a romantic journey of flotsam from far away
fragments perhaps from a tumble down shack on an island paradise
or disturbed from a sunken wreck exposed by shifting sands
timbers stolen from natures shelter by Neptune’s icy fingers
and spirited away on a lightning struck night
drifting day by day fading under a harsh naked sun
splintered and infested by creatures finding refuge
it has been long and hard from windswept tropics
to be tossed broken upon our pebbled shoreline
rescued from the cold crashing, crushing foam
leaving fragments to be gathered on the ebbing tide
fashioned and wall hung in a patchouli scented room
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