“Wave Wet Sand” by Mike Finn

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Wave Wet Sand

I remember poetry.

In my youth it was a tide-driven wave
climbing the beach of my growing mind,
drowning me in meaning.

That tide has long since ebbed.

Yet the sand still stands in ripples
shaped by the slow retreat
of perfectly told truths.

3 thoughts on ““Wave Wet Sand” by Mike Finn”

Rose says:

15/01/2018 at 14:35

Perfect. Your poem *is* one of those perfectly told truths.

Thank you.

Rose

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- Mike Finn says:
  
  15/01/2018 at 23:15
  
  Thank you, Rose. I’m glad you liked it.
  
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