Lessons Too Late For Learning
Standing on the shore
waves lapping at the sands of the past
beaten down and grained in time
between the foam and the surf;
an image forms,
salt air, moistening the eyes
burning, tearing at the ducts,
sliding scents itching the nostrils;
recreating memories long lost
familiar yet vague
washing clean the earthen troughs,
deepening in the grooves of history
teaching the novice observer
time is not forever;
it rises, falls, fleeting intervals
of lifetimes forgotten, cyclic eons
with remaining lessons
too late for learning.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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