nevermind.

went through a pile of many books recently and re-discovered a favorite,
rather unknown, poem. i'll share it now because i've nothing else 'cep
for salt water and humidity and naps...
I just instantaneously changed my mind. It was my poem, I found it-
and it will remain there on the shelf. How can you really know why something
spoke to you so much when it did? Were you sad that day

did it remind you of something that you couldn't take back?

Anyway. anyway. anyway. I'll go back to the beach. It's where
I might find something worth sharing