RELATIONSHIP Poem, by Anna Morris

A man on the TV beachcombs
He finds treasures washed ashore
Buoys, shoes, and bottles
Collected and displayed

He combs in front of the tree-topped rock
Right where I took a picture of you
We left a trail of drawings in the sand
And a mango peel to decompose

That day is a memory indelible
Like a buoy washed ashore
It won’t erode, but holds its form
As my mind and the ocean’s currents roar

Till one day the beachcomber combs
Seeking items in need of care
He carefully lays each memory down
A journey’s end – it’s time to rest right here

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