When family
is a broken sandcastle,
pick up a stone.
One, tides destroy,
as they must.
The other,
they sculpt.
Hold that stone, and kick
a wide arc of sand, while diving
through salty arctic water,
and build whatever
wherever
whenever you wish,
knowing your creations
protect the royalty
of your own nature.
Stone
02 Sunday Feb 2014
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