Shelley’s she shed 

Sheds shredded shards of sharp shells and shark teeth

Remnants of beach trip memories

Memories in collected shells  – crushed of course

Only the tiny triangle shaped shark teeth remain

Enough to recall

Walks along the shore 

Sunrises and fireworks after sunset

Counting stars come out one by one

Each of us wishing on the first star we see after

Searching the skies

(Just a random spillage of words coz it’s been a long while and, really, what else can we do right now? Isn’t it all just random spillage? Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst few years.)