Monday, 28 May 2007

a poem: rose spit hike

From my Rose Spit hike, comes a quick poem:

Rose Spit Hike

Why did I North Beach?
by it blew away my struggling soul gales
over the mud ephemeral
whose footprints ever flee
to the sea, ever changing
and leaves no trace of my passing

The birds, expanse, and spit wale
but not for my mind gales
I'm not the worst they'll storm
By it blew away my mind
full of you, full of shame
and hurt no longer mine
but to the shameless sea.

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