Tuesday, August 28, 2012


Toss and dance the crested fall,
Turbulent rage and delight,
Cascading foam to whiten the caps,
Laughing laps of bubbled scape.

Again and again the crash and thunder,
Ever persistent fall to sunder,
A little ground now but then none later,
On summer’s shore a gentle hunger.

Face to the west to rolling boil,
Into the steel sky sea,
Persistent call to distant shores,
Fills my heart with longing, memory.

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