Sometimes the sea shells
are so plentiful,beached waves rattle
like a percussionist's gourd.
Discerning seagulls
pick through what's cast up,
get lucky sometimes,
find meat.
We sit at sunset
looking at light gleam
on crinkled water:
a pre-historic scene.
I say "I love you, you
say "I love you." We both
speak Matter-of-Fact
fluently nowadays.
But still:
it is good to know
someone loves us
and says so.
hans ostrom 2025
