Potter's Field
Bursts of mist: drops like
pins against rock and sand
pushed by the wind.
Horizon's edge beneath
evening star, sky darkening
to violet like ink spreading.
Erosion of stone,
sunken gravesite: souls their voices
the roar of the sea.
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