flip flops images from google dot com
SANDY FLIP FLOPS
A treasure, the sand between my toes;
Washed from my flip flops, with a length of hose;
Such fun days, pearled in sea shells on the beach,
And other such like ones, hoarded within my reach;
Rocks to climb, mountains steep to gaze,
while frangipani redden, beneath the sun rays;
I treasure such memories of youth.
sorting groceries
the crumple of plastic -
empty bags for trash
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sorting groceries
the crumple of plastic -
empties now trash bags
--gillena cox
Revisit
pile up
garbage
taste of
i am blog hopping today at Poetry Jam the prompt is "treasure/trash"
