Monday, October 10, 2011

A Blue and Gray Sonnet

The anxious brick my shoe can hardly calm,
Below unworthy shore, buried itself.
My running ceases in that shade of palm
And cedes my soul upon this ocean's wealth.
The surface merely hints at what's below.
With whitest caps that wink deepest intent
Backed up with brilliant colored schools in rows.
The tide, around my ankles, fills my dents.
With endless life and depth and mystery,
Who could have seen the ship that ran aground
Whose oil now coldly spreads and chokes the sea?
Black waves approach, discarding death they've found.
A vessel, all this life and fear, contains:
The rolling waves of gray which form your brain.

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