Wednesday, June 5, 2013

A Little Bit of Happiness

Time's Wherries

Last of the grain
Passes the threshold:

Stony shore yields to
Tossing sea.

A pause in the wind
Captures my breath.

Amid the sightless cliffs
Winds a path to night's maker.
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