Sand Dollar

Every morning,
A new fragment
Lay on the sand
As a new offering of the sea.


I would claim the pieces
Thinking one day
I might assemble a whole
Sand dollar.


I would build with the disparate bits,
Beginning from the center
Of a universe
The heart of which


I only hoped find
In the spaces
Between the fragments

That did not quite fit together.

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