With water and waves

I looked for a page with water and waves,
but it took four weeks to reach the shore
where crabs and starfish dig their graves
with one last heaving bubble, no more.

The warranted truth is a wind by the sea,
blowing through all that there is.
A man is lodged in a ritual with a tree,
he has ignited gulls with a kiss.

The salt leaned in the winds direction,
clawed for yet more unwritten attention,
leaving dark water's resurrection
in a sudden and wet ascension.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-05-31 at 20:37

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