Friday, August 20, 2010

To break in order

Spirit, I am here again, where we meet: Tides
of palm swept across page: my calling
for you, from edge where I sandfooted
stand in salt silhouette, drawn.

The coming in of your tide, on my ankles
welcomes me—Visitor, recede:
recede I, I recede
, change, dissolve.

I was created for this: order
in the way I break

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