Poem

Things I found:

a sketch of my mother, sitting on the rocks with a book in her hand by the ocean in Maine, half watching me decorate a sand castle with broken shells and bits of seaweed until I have a palace fit for a mermaid princess—later, she’ll put down her book and help me dig a moat to protect my masterpiece from the encroaching sea, but the tide takes it anyway

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