goldlight — a tiny poem

the sand hums alive

tiny creatures scatter as you walk

shore of memory

darwinian time

survival of the fittest in goldlight

the tide pulling back

the tide flowing in

tears around past circumstances

memoirtime

sand fleas scattering

flotsam

there is some beam we look to for direction

sun, moon, sea

pushpull of lulls

pressforward of feet

there is silence sitting

goldlights glimmering

endless shore of memory

like something you can dredge

or sand that sifts

soul’s timeclock

on that shore

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“goldlight” — copyright 2011 — all rights reserved