Friday, June 28, 2013

A poem written on the Delaware shore of the Atlantic during a recent cold, rainy beach vacation


















The Disintegration of Me

The disintegration of me
is easy to see.

Oh, me. 
The sand beneath my feet
wears my feet
Smooth, wears the shells and rocks, wears everything 
of everything, and me
watching.

I am a shell under the feet of the sea.
My defeat whispers
softly.  My feet
push through warm sand and heel into the coolness below,
into everything.

The disintegration of me is easy.
I stand sideways, and waves push and pull, crash and recede,
smoothing,
polishing,
wearing me

free.

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