interwoven stories flounder on separate shores.
A rash of clues become entangled, while fables bloom like algae.
with claws, surface and roll,
crashing and smashing the naive and sincere.
into airless plastic bags, the exiled memories curdle.
The facade of certitude covered with crustaceans.
Into a pile of debris.
Peering out with shaded eyes,
Good Samaritans stand on the shoreline.
yet undefeated spirits will cradle a secret all the way to the grave.
Leaving a wake of disbelief.
This weeks words for the Sunday Whirl- claws, peering, spirits, stories, apples, secret,cradle, pile, clues, exile, three, rash