Where’s Wall-do?

the ocean and

the shore

have this


hot and cold

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?)



(and advances

as the shore

shimmies shamelessly

in nothing but an apron

–rolling back tide

to show the world its reef

(as it beckons)

but the water

puts up a wall at that


(and spits!)

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

that packs a mean landing, 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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