Sensing A Sound
(for Mattie)

by Eleanore Kosydar
Ontario, Canada

I dream
of you living
inside a turtle shell

smell the slow swish,
of turtle feet dragging
your house along dusty roads;
taste their pungent plip-plop
across a peppery beach;
feel fresh, green pond-splash!
tumbled off a log

if you will -
live awhile with me
inside a seashell!

Breathe oceanís soft
roar: muffled salt
and sea spray; fish
bubbles; and seaweed
tangled round our feet

Drink memories
of primal soup -
          memories inhaled
                  before time
                  or beginnings,
                  and beyond all end


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