Im a kid from a sandbar,
from the Pacific Northwest
where I grew up watching
my father pick up a piece of driftwood
asking all of us children what do you see?
Mornings I rose to the sounds of seashells
opening at low tide, gurgling their way
back to sea. That was and is my life,
my inspiration, my raison dêtre.
My work today is because of
all things beautiful from the lip of low tide,
the flotsam and jetsam of love, passion,
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