Wind blows in over water tops
White caps rise, fall and roll
Tempted by nature,
Cliffs drop one rock at a time
Into our palms
We carry these rocks to a new home
Stack them up against the west wall
Watch water darken them
Watch wind reshape them
Grain by tiny grain
3 responses to “Gorge”
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Your writing is precise and tight and very, very beautiful. Thank you!
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