Electrons On My Right
how i love the times
we have already forgotten
in the slip stream of
another argument
as to how it really was
oh how i miss my clarity
and now you tell about
how you also miss
your clarity
and as we try to mesh
these different stories together
we turn into
lava
waiting to cool
into soil
that produces
palm trees
macawes
and beaches
but thousands of miles away
from one another
standing like shells
washed in from archaic oceans
we
listen within
the conch
to hear our far reaching
tell tales
with hard ears
and tongues of
barnacles
Copyright © Dennis Sheffer | Year Posted 2008
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