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Michael D. Brown Page 2 Before dawn
in
the ear of every listening seashell, we
walked the beach together collecting memories dusting
them free of both coarse and fine grains of sand, some
so smooth we save to fill an hour glass; we
leave enough for the bare feet of other lovers, of
other beachcombers; for children curious about
the nature and properties of everything in
or near the ocean; for metal pales shaped like cones, yet
perfect for building castles; empires each one eventually
crumbling shifting
in the sifting grains of time turned upside down, washed
out with the returning and then re-gathering moon drawn tide, when
as an echo, the roar of the ocean only slightly heard in
the ear of every listening seashell, just before dawn. from
nothing comes nothing but
nothing can only exist as
a concept, but even the
postulating requires something,
or someone to
do it, or nothing is
left to begin and
no thing without
a cause becomes
anything; except
we understand the
logical necessity of
the uncaused cause to
begin the beginning because
we have to begin somewhere,
somehow and
we can not begin
with nothing Quiet
gentle rain as
children we
sang, danced in
summer rain we
wore our swimming
trunks kept
our feet bare
our backs shirtless
our tongues extended
drinking raindrops what
if Norman Rockwell had
seen us?
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