most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water or its dulcet lap against a hull but that was not how he missed the sea it was the oysters he could not get enough of and the clams too the mussels not so much he could take or leave the mussels
I’ve led a busy and productive life. Started out as the hot new item. Got a job straightaway. They worked me hard. Articles to write, deadlines to meet. This was at the Daily News. Time passed. I worked seven days a week. Became a grizzled old pro. I was still going strong but they retired me. Not just that; my kind become obsolete. Stored away or melted down or buried in landfills. But the world turns. Now I’m vintage. $700 and my new owner sits on her veranda on mild spring mornings typing her thoughts into a never-ending memoir.
sitting beside you i am beside myself a black mark beside my name which pales beside my past deeds and is beside the point anyway what with you beside yourself too when i sidled up to you …. and besides i’m on your side we’re on the same side and i’ll meet you on the other side