a demand made merely by the realization that you are here - We were elsewhere? You are here, on this shore that is as certain as the sand. It beckons: for some it taunts write your name. Leave a mark. Tell us what happened, how it taints you. Write it in the sand before the tide. Call it a legacy if you will-- and yes, you will, you urge and urge, All Nature urges through you saying, write it in the sand.
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Poems from Other Days
September 2021
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