Speak now in full froth
As we crest and come ashore
Before laying to rest where
We shall sleep forevermore
So the waves whispered to me
This morning while I sipped
From my morning coffee
Down by the beach
More and more nature's eloquence
Seems to be wasted on me
Garbled on awakening
With all her best words
Evading my reach
One is what one makes
Such is every poet's fate
No matter how the sheaves
Happen to accumulate
Year after year
Words cascade
Along the mind's shoreline
And at best leave behind
Little more consequent than
This sea-wrack of shells and pebbles
Strewn raggedly
Across the high strand
Monuments to impermanence
Designed not to stand
But to fall one and all
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