Thursday, September 23, 2010

Waves

Waves
When all I long for
are deep, deep roots.
Passing me from shore
to Shore,
like a coin from
patron to vender,
again and again -
waves upon waves.
This sea is endless.
I'm sick of remembering
the precious things
of my past,
which now ride waves
of their own.

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