Thursday, January 24, 2013

Shell game

Sea Turtle

Looking back
there’d been no time
for questions; satiny
ribbon of light
pulling us down
to the high tide line
sketchy glyphs
arranged pell mell
a history of the melee
at the feathery edge of hissing foam
and plastered wrack
soft leathery backs
purged in briny plunge
cleansed of sand
answers suspended, adrift 
plainly written
on every single grain. 

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