Rialto Beach 10/08/07

on not yet having committed
self-slaughter at fifty-one

Waves breaking, returning,
sliding each under each,
each tugging the stones of the shingle
to come along, to rest in the deep.
 
And yet the shore resists. Resists.
(Behind me, alder going gold
under a lifted sky.)

 

                        – Daniel Hintzsche

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