She Sells


something-or-other by the seashore.
She’s got a shack, but prefers a
sack and a long stroll.

See that tangy lemon yellow sun? She’s
simmer-sauntered under its
shadow for too long, too strong
for her own spilled salt.

Yes, she sells something
by the sea:

Sometimes silence,
often song.


Catching up with an inspiring new challenge over at Quickly in September.
{day 1}




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2 Responses to She Sells

  1. julespaige says:

    I like your take on the tongue twister!

  2. And how we do love these songs! She could sell them, too! “simmer-sauntered” – that’s what I’ve done a lot of today – it’s been so hot all day and I’ve had to be outside a lot. Though saunter sounds a little to elegant for the way I was moving.

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