Waves beat
relentlessly
the shingle beach,
heave and sigh,
roar and hiss,
sucking back
the foment.

A bare figure
cast
in grey clouds,
white spume,
leaden skies,
falls seawards.

A cry unanswered.

Clothes
adrift,
windstrewn
on the strand,
flotsam
of a life
in torment.

07/20/2005

Posted on 07/20/2005
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