from my poetry blog
Salted maybe there are choices to be made the cawing crow doesn't seem conflicted undisturbed by harbingers of the future I will roll down the hill drift out to sea taste the salt on my tongue a seasoning to keep me for tomorrow ©AndrewJamesMurray
Okay this poem is oddly akin to my mood right now.
I’m really craving salt.
Very beautiful, in its own way.