Passing Galveston
Black waves finger the shore.
Galveston waits as the sun
descends through peach.
Buildings stand steady, foundations
cemented. The sea will curl
around them, claim
them one sand grain
at a time, one mortar crumb
at a time, and flee with them,
returning history
to the ocean.
Illustration by RH Keeling, photographer,
Poem by Karen Sweet
2 comments:
I love the way your mind works ;)
This is great,you're really getting better and better as you work on the poems.
Dave
Lovely, and the photo is a nice addition to the poetry, fun to see the inspiration and the output!
Dave
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