Wednesday, November 11, 2020

A Poem

                             Seawaves

Seawaves chant and scream

And leave the coast

In thunderous tears of saline taste--


A bitter recess from the work at shore.


Seawaves crest and trough 

And fill the little pools 

with fitful years of aquatic wisdom--


A hoary wash of unrhymed liquid lore.




Mark Absher

1986


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