Driftwood Days

Driftwood days.

Snarls of hours of aimless tossing, root and limb eroding.

Oh, for a beach to bask,

A hand to grasp.

Something save the rolling.

Hardly poetry, but an apt description of yesterday.

Until tomorrow…


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