where’s Wall-do?

wavethe ocean and

the shore

have this


hot and cold

and cold and hot

and vice versa

–the one purely context

for the other

~practically the world…

the water tips

its caps

sparkling white, and who doesn’t like that?

waves, and advances

and the shore

shimmying shamelessly

in nothing but an apron

and shell earrings

rolls back tide

to show the world its reef

and beckons but

the water

puts up a wall at that


and spits!

several in fact, and as the first wall crashes on unguarded sand

that packs a mean wrecking wall, nevertheless

there’s another

­and another

and another

ad infinitum

that beach must break.


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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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