In the Shadow of 100 Summers
As sandy clouds coalesce
Stardust pulses through the rampant current
And I know not the story
Of fragments washed ashore
Of paltry particles filling the gaps
Of golden grains compacted underfoot
As ghosts that once imprinted the coast
That have long-since been considered
Time passes unevenly
Left in a concealed crevice under the pier to be forgotten
Untouched for four hundred seasons
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2020
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