Plant 4

By Kevin Kreiger

the last time he sees the Pacific
will be just after dawn

a Sunday verging on May

tide withdrawn so far
his eye forces the primeval

crabs claiming divested rock

anemones in vivid recoil

a chill where sand meets sky
that seeps inward until it bears him
to a metaphor he cannot enter

swirls of yearning

striving until striving frees his heart
& he senses absolution
as intimate & distant as mist

until gravity loses its sway
& all that remains is

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