Ebb And Flow - Poem by Douglas Scotney
A watched sunset
challenges a writer to describe it
that rise and fall in seamless progress.
That's too tall.
rises from dull
to soft grey with orange-pink bottoms,
crabs creep in,
life's no threat
hanging by a thread.
It may even be dead.
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