Tidepools & Buckets
A waveless sea
assumes the sky,
drained of color --
hints of summer’s
pallid haze when winds
tail out of the south.
But the faithful
will gather, staggering
beneath their load,
children both crying
and tugging:
“Come see, come see…”
Because it doesn't
have to be beautiful
to be wondrous.
Published by
Martha T. Terrell
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