Sunday, August 14, 2016


the calm waits
at the depths of summer
the air, the wind, the water
one afternoon
soaking into another
as seashells absorb
eternity in an hour

if words could hold the world
they would bend and
bridge the horizons of this earth
from sand to wind,
fearful to fearlessness

watch as the spaces between
the words and seashells widen
as will the horizon
quietly.    respectfully.

for the depths of the earth
awaits the calm
all year long

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