Tuesday, February 16, 2010


The ocean, the beach, Grand Haven, the waves.
Comforting & timeless
constant & consistent
swells and retreats as it swells up some other place

It could have been anytime at anywhere

I imagined the time that Joe made me carry him
through 18" of snow so we could test our luck
at the frozen lake michigan shore

Or naked in chicago with familiar strangers
and 'social lubricants'

Or setting off fireworks under the ice

Come to think of it I only have good memories
associated with going to the beach


I picked up a stone that washed ashore
and put it in my pocket
I like collecting little things that
can fit in my pocket

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