Yard Sale of Thoughts

Before the waves transcend,

they clasp their hands

in partnership,

an ampersand.

The dune will never be their end,

yet they fear where they might land

for an ocean wide they have known,

and finally they must face the strand

with forehead bowed,

abandoning conceit,

in prostration & reverence

they make their solemn request

for longevity.

© 2024 | K.F. Hartless

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