High Tide

The maroon crest curling in demolition

Gives voice to the crashing plate/

The roaring of a ruptured rock face.

Its furious burst & simmering decline

May hold the rhymes to a future verse.

But I won’t herald distant times;

Only the wide lapis lazuli plain &

The crest kissing my toes like

Bowing heads of the faithful.

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