Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Sea and sand constantly revising
A vacant beach on a sail-less day
I watch from a distance
The hope of others wash away

I draw a line against the peerless tide
Etchings that cannot stay
I dance a jig of hopeless pride
I am nothing.  I will go away

Bodies of metal, horses and men
Lost on a discovered shore
Comings and goings - now and then
Until the eye can see no more

But still the ebb and flow remain

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