An ocean washes the shore of this island
The days roll in
upon the beach,
Seethe and foam
and then retreat
And the sand
sucks in each one;
Footprints roam,
fill and dissolve,
The years are
erased and scrolled,
Experienced and
then gone –
Scuttled or shipwrecked
-
The water
clogged with wrack;
Yet still the
sirens sing along,
Whilst tides
wreak havoc at your back.
Beyond the beach,
the trees …
Out of reach … and
on your knees.
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