It's too early for the beach by Carl Jones
Into Your Palm, A Sea { }
Missed Connections in St. Augustine
into your palm, a sea {s h e l l}
tied up in a bow born of curiosity at your smile
after the gift I ran fast away, needing to warn the stars,
wondering then & still at the happenstance of strangers & music & saturday nights, that particular fever.
…
‘A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.’
!
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
St. Augustine is our missed connections featured location today. The feed is slow and sleepy (it’s taken almost a full year to find three messages worth sharing!) and not unlike a lazy day at the beach. This particular post caught my eye not only for the ocean reference but for the inclusion (albeit without credit) of part of Anne Sexton poem’s, The Black Art. The thoughtful photograph by Carl Jones completes the message on many different levels.
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