Monday, 3 October 2016

Sand and Stone

It wears her down, like the earth
ruled by her tides:
moon and sun, wind and season.

Waves rushing toward the shore,
of delicate shell and bone,
turning in and pulling away,
in somersault dance.

And you: my land, my star and everything,
resent this old exchange,
resisting and failing,
to remain unchanged,
as stone becomes sand.


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