Dream of the Sea and Fire

11-95


Salt kisses my mouth
And wind rippled reeds
Crumble to the shore.
Heavy sun surrenders,
  and shadow's chill sweeps forth.
A plume of sparks rise
Fire on the ground echos
the sky's bloody promise.
Conflagurations blaze further
  along the curving shore.
My possessions are scattered here,
  crushed underfoot,
  dragged by the tide.
I pick through them;
  like strange shells and crustaceans
they wash away in the
  bay of ink and fire.


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