It's finally Friday. I love Fridays.
Second Beach, Washington
Stone sentries resist the waves;
sea stacks mire off the coast, remains of
sedimentary rock fused to the continent
during a torrid past life.
As the Ice Age and glaciers melted,
rising seas slice off all but the most
stubborn crag.
Nature never forces her magic.
[(c) 1999]
A collection of words that might mean something to someone, might bring tears to a few, might open a few eyes, might cause heads to shake, but I see them as poetry. And I'm the one who matters most.
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