I am the last tide
I am the last tide of Laugharnerolling with timed priests and doctors
standing on one leg in sandy mud
winged scholars frozen in I see
facetious birds on winds winking
there is no such thing as more
cockled shelled and beaten by the roll
of evening tamed by sifting why
I see no reason to embrace the dying
reptiled sea bred and furthered to
evening curtains draw one man in all
walking towards night's respite
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-09-08 at 22:14
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