A liquid tide feathers
the rocks with it's whiter cover.
Birds cause berries to fall
from thorny vines.
Olive hands of oak
grip the messy rocks.
From warm cars
to freezing cliff tops
We came to watch
these gentle sad faces
turn amongst the waves
The rich detail
of their features glowing
like a warning
The watchful ambassadors
of another realm
Friday, April 29, 2005
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