Tuesday, October 13, 2009


The weight of poetry.

Feathers scattered on a beach, grains of wet sands held in balance by a small coin, in its turn burnished by dying sun rays, just before the evening sets in.

Shards of seashells, wisps of algae and mother of pearl grays.

A sunk sundial, if you will, pointing to the beginning of a receding sea.

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