Seal Stone

Stone seal,
Gray lighted in the fogged morning
Scarred, laying low in the damp sand
Snout seeped in the incoming eddy of tide,
Waiting eons and eons
Covered
Uncovered
Covered 
Uncovered
Repeatedly
Ceaselessly
By the Pacific sea,
Worn down by its cold crashing breakers,
The rolling, rolling, rolling of sand and small pebbles
And the sometimes perch of a hungry gull,
For the stone fish that will never come.




Previously published in
The Writer's Eye and
Widowmoon Press

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