"To"

by

Murdina Brownlee

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The thin slice of sandstone split, showing inside
The mirrored word "To".
What stormy, Fundy Bay Tide in centuries past
Had cast upon the shore a box
Leaving a message in the sand? For whom?
In the gloom of a late afternoon
With fog drifting in, gulls swirling,
Stone in pocket,
We hastened back to our base.
Around a campfire we huddled
And mulled over the mirrored word "To".

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