Saturday, January 29, 2022

Poem: Stone On Shore

 

Stone On Shore

 

glintless tide-lathered grey,

an egg-smooth monochrome,

 

here we are,

 

the Earth without azure,

not even laurels

of cloud-dull quartz.

 

just one of a hapless many,

a tumble of the multiple,

brooded by dutiful surf,

 

and the wear of numb water,

patient, inexorable, slow.

 

what will hatch

from this not-even dramatis

personae,

 

this wallow of kinship

with ceaseless dunes?




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7/8/24



 

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