James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

The Sand Dunes Bard

......for Clark



Thoughts are more sure-footed at
Low tide, those he meets along the way
Are often stationary....sometimes stuck,
With a helpful curse, a hand reaches out,
Feigns retreat, chuckles and spares another
Mucklucker from the landsharks,

Towards sundown, God provides,
A daily dose of thanksgiving squeezes between 
Epitaphs, well earned....

No bearing, the sea, nor desired, but the gems
Left behind sparkle forever, 

Mental health central,

        A

          Moveable

                    Feast



10/4/14

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Andrea Dietrich October 10, 2014 at 9:54 PM Loved your imagery: thoughts sure footed at low tide. that was awesome!! Yes, those gems from the sea, how they sparkle. Who, by the way, is Clark? For me, it's my boss!! haha