Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

Busy little lives laid bare
Lost things found everywhere
Islands now peninsulas
Stranded teaming life
I walk on by without a care

For me a curiosity
For them - dire emergency
Some of them I could help
But no
I’m lofty and aloof

I just keep on striding by
More worried about my shoes
Funky smells
Precious shells
But only for an hour

- a record minus tide
 
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