MOONSTONE BEACH, END OF THE TRAIL

Posted on March 22, 2024 by | 3 Comments

 

No lone warriors left on weary ponies,

we gather at the edge of the West subdued

and yield to the fleeting moment beyond

our reach or reason—to be washed,

wave after wave, with our fears away.

 

All the people now in the picture—

I could have cropped the photo

to thirty-thousand yesteryears ago,

or by much shorter measure dialed it

to a certain future none will see.

 

Our hair is gray.

 

 

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3 responses to “MOONSTONE BEACH, END OF THE TRAIL”

  1. jeg | March 22, 2024 at 7:04 am | Reply

    ”edge of the West”? You mean where the dreams began to stack up and fold back into those of others?

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  2. sustainabilitea | March 22, 2024 at 8:57 am | Reply

    Grey is beautiful too. Lovely photo ad well.

    janet

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