Clifton King

Rookie - 193 Points (December 24,1943 / Long Beach, California)

Beachcombing - Poem by Clifton King

Sea and sky, a meld of grays
before a retiring north wind.
An ebb tide leaves behind
those worthless passengers
of storm-tossed waves:
sinewy strands of seaweed,
shells and bits of driftwood.

I think of all I’ve left behind.

A stone, face smooth from millennia
of the sea’s caress, catches my eye.
I skip it across her shallows,
continue my search for something
I won’t know until I see it.
That’s the way of beachcombing
—and love.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 15, 2015

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