Monday, March 30, 2015

41. tyred

Bleached by salted tides,
abandoned even by the sea ,
forlorn flotsam -
shore-side detritus
hides in the forgiving weed.
There is loneliness
in this silent solitude
in its decaying
like an neglected pensioner
ignored in Autumn.
Both waiting to drown
in the returning flow of time.

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