Beach Nests

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Little pieces lying here and there, upon the beach

In sight of one another, but slightly out of reach

Nests, and eggs, rolling in the ocean waves all day

Longing for each other from the places where they lay

Nests of soft grey stone, hollows etched by little shells

Attached to keep from being tossed as waters rose and fell

Driftwood, nooks and crannies, made from trees that, by the sea,

Grasped rocky ledges, til a storm had come and torn them free

Egg-like rocks and pebbles, smooth, rolling on the sand

Shifting with each tide, between ocean and the land

Pastel colors all, like little birds eggs that might lie

In nests, in trees, in springtime, on branches in the sky

I picked nests up, of rock and wood, and carried them with me

As I headed home from a day spent by the sea

Arranged them with the pebble eggs; set them on a shelf

A tiny world of seashore nests that I made up, myself!