Outgoing Tide Poem by Jay Hall

Outgoing Tide

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Outgoing tide
flushing predator & prey.
Taking all to the mat
at the end of the day.
High tide's long over;
festivities a wrap.
Only route left
on life's fading map.
Find joy in small pools
of eddied h20.
Hang onto the crags;
refuse to let go.
Extend your stay:
enjoy your ride.
Go kicking & screaming
against the Outgoing Tide.

Saturday, March 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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