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Volume 1 Issue 2
Page 9
Page 9
A gray expanse of water,
stippled dark,
as tiny waves dip silver,
then rise to arc
black crests to match the sky.
Across the stones
the water chuckles to me
bringing bones,
driftglass, shells and seaweed;
then withdraws, hissing sibilantly:
inward, outward,
without pause,
color without confrontation,
music without laws.
stippled dark,
as tiny waves dip silver,
then rise to arc
black crests to match the sky.
Across the stones
the water chuckles to me
bringing bones,
driftglass, shells and seaweed;
then withdraws, hissing sibilantly:
inward, outward,
without pause,
color without confrontation,
music without laws.
| Orcas Beach: Winter By Reneé Dodds |