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waiting for the tide

The roar of the ocean
the heartbeat of the earth
the sea pushes up
the land, pushes up
the mountains, pushes
me home to the desert
to the still dry blue
a parched landscape
thirsty enough for seawater
ready for beaches
waiting for the tide
to rise again
as it will mjh

06/2001 ?

Listen to waiting for the tide

My Virtual Chapbook (table of contents)

surface

Your body is an ocean.
Deep below,
under crushing pressure,
a volcanic fissure spits fire
and bloody light reveals
monsters writhing in mortal combat,
while miles above,
your fleeting smile
is a sailboat
on stalled waters.

12/11/08 2am

[first published 13 months ago]