a shore

December 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

ashore
rust filled and bosom bare
its sails freely embracing clouds
as bodies fail
should it all be just this
waves which rise & swell & foam
like mouths awaiting handfuls, windfuls of sand
and shall it be just that
forgiveness,
sitting ashore, no matter how grey
hoping for anything but
dryness

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