ADRIFT AT SEA
sea-worn bottle, bobs on a digital tide.
inside, not parchment brittle with ocean’s brine,
but luminous lines of light,
coded in metaphors and rhyme.
message tossed into the sea.
unknown sender,
no harbor designated, no destination
on any map.
it drifts, an abandoned, forlorn vessel,
across oceans of indifference,
until…
a seacoast appears,
unsummoned,
unexpected.
my eyes, the sand.
my mind, the beach.
I pick it up,
this delicate...
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