Who Can Touch The Sky?

In youth castles
are built of sand
ever shifting
and restless
Somewhat as beach
combers.

Eventually a tide
swept in,
gathering them in
angry arms
whirling
expectations to sea.

Here of late castles
appear on high ground
undisturbed.
Who can touch the sky?

by Heather Burns

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