And The Racket They Made

And your words chased round and round in my head

Last night

They chased their own tales

And your words jigged round my mind all night

To look at me now, I'm quiet as sound

And the tide shrinks back into its womb

And I hope the empty shells and bones of your stories

Will litter and clutter the shores

And I hope that when I find them

I'll remember how they danced

And the racket they made

When they were alive