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Monday, October 12, 2009

Monday Poem: Low Tide

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Low Tide

These are the shores of my mind
And today is low tide
And all I have is this beach
Littered with small evaporating pools
And the flotsam and jetsam of a normal life
Left tide-stranded on my beach.

I search from memory to memory
Bend down for each significant shell
Or unusual stone.
I stoop to pick up each one,
Turning it over and over
As though it could be a key
To unlock some secret door.

 

PUBLISHED: STAND Volume 5(2) September 2003

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