Shimmering Dears

5.30.2021
Goodbye,
May
Hello,
Today
Full of words
I didn't say
...
What are you thinking
And what do you wish?
Asks none
Of fishermen three
...
And so tears slide
Like silver fish
For words that
Will never be
...
So write it and say it
And let it all pour
Over cuptops
In tea-saucers Full
...
We all just survive
But sometimes we thrive
In the teaming,
intermin'ble sea
...
So where are you going
My silver-streaked dears
And what will your
Shimmering show?
...
How to be
How to thrive
How to more-than-survive
How to love
How to laugh
How to know.

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