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Fragments From The Beach
(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Fragments From The Beach

Poem By Bill Knott

(Nonasyllabics)

In retrospect the tragic nature
of sea is a taste wept too daily,
too depleted by freedom's rupture;
the eyes have other secrets to see

and deeper use for the detritus
within us: the bright effluvium
of ego dries up, mired as it is
in wealth, that remedial medium.

Blame it on fate, on beach memories--
pebble put in the pocket or shell
fragments; any memento carries
us as much as we it. Time capsule

contains every evening's interval.
The ocean observes its own puddle.

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The ocean observes its own puddle. Very enjoyable read. Thanks for posting it here.
Blame it on fate, on beach memories- pebble put in the pocket or shell fragments; any memento carries us as much as we it. Time capsule ____________________________________ **Cleverly crafted; resonates deeply.


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