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JON JON

  • Writer: Barbara Evans
    Barbara Evans
  • May 7, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jun 24, 2024

We held hands

by a gray-green sea

skipping through

warm tidal pools

tiptoeing in the foam

searching for

the moon snail

on a shell covered shore.


Now I walk

in colder days

a long way from the sea,

close my eyes

and think of him

laughing there with me.

 
 
 

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