Thursday Poetry: Throne of Stone


rocks

My imagination rules

With boyhood joy,

Abdicating only to the anxiety

Of responsibility

And those damn high tides

That lap at my throne of stone

Where no one may remain

While living,

 Where the endless work

Of the ocean

Never rests,

Where I am now. 

 

 

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