MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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first looking into the tide pool
in the rocks as the waves
rose and threatened
to drown it and me
i grabbed my braid to suck on
i was so astounded
at the treasure of rough
five-pointed stars and tiny
bi-valves, daddy called them
God’s critters needing
the sea, if not the pounding
“Must be a mighty Lord
to need and make
all of these,” i whispered
knowing not even
a bizillionth of it then