R. K. Hagen
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An Early Morning Sojourn (A Man Falls Down At The Beach)
Down along the shore
The ocean runs itself like fingers through the hard sand
Drawing back upon itself the water encourages a suspended cobbled cross of stones
and soft chips of glass to path
Each errant step I take in meter to the waves sinks me deeper into the sand
until the earth's deed I change Sometimes when the waves stop snapping it's almost like sound shuts off
and leaves me standing barely breathing—
Naked to myself and the thoughts I say I have
There are no articles in mind
There is nothing to sing or dance to
or someone to take ...