July 7

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A neap tide now—
so jealous of the shore

but just think
of how much

ocean never once
touches land

so long
have I endured

this thirst
have hollowed out

and cambered
bones to search

and search
and if I waver

it is only
as a breaker

holds itself

in disbelief
before it falls

like thunder,
and arrives, abruptly, finally—

1 Comment

  1. This is what I mean when I say the different perspectives in different poems. Your most recent one and this, so different in mood and atmosphere, yet with the presence of the Great Element (seawater) so eminent.


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