Friday, September 10, 2010

Incoming Tide by James Piatt

Crusted gems sparkling
In the green stained sand
Kiss the incoming tide
Translucent glowing colors hug
The receding sun dipping into impossibilities
Sirens entice me into the black velvet sea
And the inelegant currents
Pull me into coral doorways
Where eel eyes of colorless blue
Glare at the multiple facets
Of my foolhardiness

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