it’s a good story
the man on the bench above the sea
telling me all about the short stories he’s about to publish
soon
the word fell as a cold pebble
barely a ripple in an ocean of words
soon the echo came
soon
i said i wished him luck
it’s a good story
i let that lie there
but publishing is hard i remonstrated
about the system
he had more stories
of my eyes drifting out to sea
the surf pounding out the meter
you were saying
i was saying
it’s a good story
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