sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 16 of 30

on April 17, 2013

Something is rattling in the wind. It sounds like an old canvas sail, metal clinking against metal, and the creak of aging wood on the water,

but we are far from the sea, and far from the life of salt-spray air and tides and

water rushing and pouring and sliding over the sand,

grinding ancient rock and bone to tiny particles

in an endless rhythm that began

at the start of all things.



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