Turtle Talk (poem)

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He said:

"We’re basically turtles, hard shells on the outside guarding our soft interiors."

And she turned to him and said:

Some of us are soft on the outside but hard on the inside, an open book but only until page 7 and hey, some of us are novels.

“Well, I only read the introductions to most long books”

Sometimes it’s hard to get through the first few chapters, but don’t you ever want to know the ending?

“I guess I never started a long book that I wanted to finish”

so she said:

I guess I’ve never met a turtle who’s shell I wanted to crack open…

He chuckles, turns and he fades away.

That lake sky, grey on that late summers day

Those flocking seagulls bound together

Cooing their caws

Screeching out, wondering if this is their last summer together, ever.

That cold North Country breeze couldn’t compare to the chills you made her feel.

Everything felt like hail.

And as the last page turned the intro was over.

The turtles stepped into the lake

And swam away

And that shell, never even cracked.  

(this was quick and unfinished but here it is)