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Erosion

The ocean repeats
itself against the shore

the way my father shares
the same old stories. Imagine

the ungrateful prince
who wishes for the waves

to stop.
Imagine a hundred

castles, kingless,
built on the quietest

beach
as if sand

were the treasure.

Erosion

The ocean repeats
itself against the shore

the way my father shares
the same old stories. Imagine

the ungrateful prince
who wishes for the waves

to stop.
Imagine a hundred

castles, kingless,
built on the quietest

beach
as if sand

were the treasure.

Michael Schmeltzer  38, Seattle

 
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