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Sunday, April 29, 2012


Water crashes
consuming rock
in a saline tumult
a violent swirling
in tide pools
and eroded crevasses
beating a rhythm
older than memory
more sacred than words
an ebb and flow
to crescendo
then the seeming stillness
between battles
within, without
and enduring.

(poem 13 of 30)

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