inscribed upon this rock?
What cosmic puppy frolicked here;
what heavy-footed beasts
stalked through in search of prey,
or chasing rainbows on a summer's day?
Like some affectionate cat
salt water, that elixir
that feeds our cells and souls,
has licked relentlessly,
its sandy tongue
lapping up itself;
has left
these hollowed/hallowed imprints
on our souls: sweet indentations
waiting to be filled again
with Love.
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