The message collector is here.
The air rattles and clinks
with calls for help,
declarations of love,
promises to ourselves.
Once a week
they are scooped up,
mosaicking in brief shiny fragments,
to be forged anew.
The Message Collector.
A mixed bag of poems and other writings.
Writing Whatnots 
Ha! An interesting take on what we cast out in hopes of its being -eventually – repurposed.
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Margaret, thank you. It started with thinking about messages in a bottle and then it took me here. 😊
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