The Red Tide

Poem By R.K. Leantis

waves crash against the reef
another opaque curtain of time fades
a thin veil of communication
an s.o.s. in the sand
washed away by the rising red tide
birds with unknown names
razor-tipped rocks
the smell of dead fish
an infinite liquid graveyard
extending into the horizon
laughing back at me
at us
at a civilization
under minded by its own awareness
the red tide
inviting
enveloping
secure in its conviction for
a thousand, million years
and i sit waiting for it to change.

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