Starfish
He stared at the starfish flooded at the shore,
wondering whether they really wanted to
drift away from the beautiful ocean depths.
"There's so much beauty to celebrate,"
he thought to himself.
He picked each starfish he could manage,
and threw it into the ocean,
as the ocean currents brought more.
Sometimes he wonders whether his town
got tired of him like the ocean to the starfish,
belching him out from the land of grazing
to the land the sun never sets.
Sometimes he goes back,
but something tells him that his old town
isn't yet ready for him again....
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