stranded on a lonely beach
her family, her pod so
out of reach
water touching but
not enough
the sand is coarse
it feels so rough
some upright creatures
running toward her, fast
she does not know how long
that she can last
will these chattering humans
make her better or worse
she waits, hoping this beach
will not become a hearse
the noises grow soft
her soul
carried aloft
Monday, June 21, 2010
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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