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.

 

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Catching up with an inspiring new challenge over at Quickly in September.
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