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Wall

There
at the edge of the woods
the old stone wall
mossy and cold
sturdy as any
New England storm

We walked and sat
upon the stones
when we were young

Life ahead, so much life!

Now
at the edge of the woods
the old stone wall
colder than any
New England storm

I walk and sit
upon the stones
alone

Not much life ahead, not much life

not with you

gone

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The Emerald City
Image Source: Thatcher Kelley Photography

The mountains are out
days of gray dissolved
in Pacific Northwest sunshine

The Olympics over Elliot Bay
Rainier, close enough to touch
towers above the Cascades

The air is infused with fresh
water from the bay, evergreens, salmon, coffee
rustic, cosmopolitan

The day has begun
cloudless, brilliant, majestic
in Pacific Northwest climes

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Layers

St. Augustine, FL
10:24 PM
Saturday
6/23/12

The first line arrives
then the next, at a 45 degree angle
then another, 180 degrees from the last

Layers of surf, like brick and mortar
broken down by its own crushing weight

The third and second lines retreat
the sand under my feet collapses
no purchase in the shifting silt

Lines of breakers
crashing, diminishing
reaching a logical conclusion and
retreating

Timeless, perpetual lines
always advancing and
retreating
always there

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