The Sanderlings
By well-wisher
Thu, 11 Apr 2013
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Long beaked sea-birds seek out
little morsels on the shore.
Anything they eke out
is a thing they’re thankful for.
Eagerly sanderlings scurry
as the waves retreat;
time is food; they’ve got to hurry
if they want to eat.
Likewise, I scratch at my notebook
with my ballpoint pen;
for everything at which I look
I may never see again.
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