9/8/09
6:50 am
Pearl edged bluffs hint at a recalcitrant sun
the only stars here, purple and ochre
isolated on rocks while the tide retreats
but a lingering moon offers a race,
its wet-sand ghost,
matching my widening stride
motion and stasis… fluid and motion
straining against the eventual, defeated by minutes
we agree to a draw
The moon has commitments, other horizons.
I just want to have breakfast with my wife.
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