Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

"Sands"

 

The tide that rides up to the shore

Brings sand to sprinkle and explore

The wash of deep momentum of the voice

In waves and waves of eloquence rejoice

Like sparkle in the sands upon the beach

Each lyric holds the heart within its reach

Dismaying as reflections of the sun

The way in which the body blows are spun


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