Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The Hermit

Crawling through life
I find my self in one shell,
then another.

Sometimes I stay
just long enough so I
learn its colors.

Convenient to recall just that.

Still I travel
harnassed by the sense of
leaving behind.

I know, I know
there is a better one,
brighter, smoother.

Three, maybe four shells down the beach.

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