Poem: Stone On Shore

 

Stone On Shore

 

glintless tide-lathered grey,

egg-smooth of toneless monochrome,

 

here we are,

 

the Earth without azure,

not even laurels

of cloud-dulled quartz.

 

just one of a hapless many,

a tumble of the multiple

brooded by dutiful surf.

 

the wear of numb water,

patient, inexorable, slow,

 what will hatch

from this not-even dramatis

personae,

 this wallow of kinship

ceaseless with dunes?

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10/24/25 

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