We seashells
Awash in swash and spray
Lay await, and watch
As skies melt. Azure and wine
Bleed into wet
Breaking empty dark.
Here, there is no void.
No space empty,
Nothing without place,
Perfect synchronicity.
Serendipity
Nestled us in sand.
Life rotates around us
But here we stay.
We seashells
Dressed in blue
Weather beaten, but bliss.
I lay in wait, with you,
My last, and lasting.
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Megan Hopkin
Illustration: Claire Palmer