Ups and downs, the coast

We knew spiders lay in wait as we pulled at the sheets of plastic,
bowing our heads under the oil stained decking and a sky of smashed sea shells

But they stayed hidden, rather than having a nip at the fingers rooting around in her old things
Perhaps they thought we’d get enough stings from her ghosts from the past…

Her squeals of delight would have been enough to scuttle them to their holes anyway
Resounding peals to placate poisons, loosening mysteries wrapped in riddles, bound by enigmas

We brought too small a truck and had to fit it in like fish in a tin
Thinking, “if this can just hold together then so might we,” as we drove the winding ocean road


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