Poem of the Month

maggie and milly and molly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and magi discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubblesand

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s already ourselves we find in the sea.

e e cummings

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