so strange the mist horizon skies
and shattered embankments
that the sun seems bioluminescent
reflecting off glass-like pillars
lightning tubes and carbon rods
standing side by side
little soldiers at attention
at ease with stranding nothing
to the sea, to the sea
dipping bottle bottomless down
and hoping for flotation
with the amber laden dandelions
and foam that comes in ripples
the distant froth of land eroding
thoughts that have mustered more
suffered less than what is zero
divided half upon horizon lines
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 322
To the Sea
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