I had a lovely walk to the beach early this morning….

maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles, and
may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

– e.e. cummings


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