Spirit world

Catching it is hearing,

cracking the edge of your mouth,

at the small end,

of  humor,

but we may all be laughing,

even though we may not get the joke.

One time,

my big toe,

Or yours,

tapped it’s rhythm anthem,

into to air,

off the edge of the cliffs,

over looking thunderous waves.

We were closer to the spirit world,

we could hear the voices of life,

loves, and fears,

flowing in and out with the water.

Like the bits of broken shell,

which roll off the backs,

and become sand.

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