lines and shapes

will my thinking illumine my world
or if you hear me
will it change yours?

the mountain leans to one side
children play in the shadows
birds follow the curve of light

I come to you
with my absurdities
walking on the beach

where children zigzagged
looking for seashells, messages
where we, once, were strangers.

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