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In retrospect the tragic nature
of sea is a taste wept too daily,
too depleted by freedom's rupture;
the eyes have other secrets to see
and deeper use for the detritus
within us: the bright effluvium
of ego dries up, mired as it is
in wealth, that remedial medium.
Blame it on fate, on beach memories--
pebble put in the pocket or shell
fragments; any memento carries
us as much as we it. Time capsule
contains every evening's interval.
The ocean observes its own puddle.
Fragments From The Beach
Bill Knott
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Poem topics: beach, fate, freedom, nature, ocean, sea, time, evening, wealth, bright, taste, tragic, daily, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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