maggy and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggy 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 bubbles:and
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 always ourselves we find in the sea
♦
‘maggy and milly and molly and may’, by e.e. cummings
IT IS always ourselves that we find in the sea. From a herring choker. xx
I had to look that up. (the choker, I mean) (;
xo to you too.
Goosies !