John Howard Poet Rhyme

Last Millenniums of a Beach Pebble

Rolling in the tides of time,
   the larger rock a pebble now,
Rattle crackles with the others
   in the squirming gravel’s maw.

Up back down - up back down, 
   persistent, insistent waves of the tide of time:
Boisterous thundering; rolling, boiling cannon roar,
   returning calmed in rushing brine.

Pebbles flash dance in sandy froth,
   razzle-dazzle in cross tide ripples,
Mingle there with beaches flotsam
   bright shiny in the sparkling stipple.

Relentless seesaw ebb-tides, sliding grinding
   the pebble to sand in timeless wave labor;
Ground so fine its powder dissolving:
   pebble flesh now sea foam vapor.

                           Eternal flow of lava birth,
                              pebble life resumes on earth.

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