flying solo
this is a stop on my journey, not my destination.
Monday, March 26, 2007
salt
he is as salt
to her,
a strange sweet
a peculiar money
precious and valuable
only to her tribe,
and she is salt
to him,
something that rubs raw
that leaves a tearful taste
but what he will
strain the ocean for and
what he needs.
~lucille clifton
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