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Dunes

crests and troughs ride the rolling tide
waves heavy with white grains of sand
stroke and shape the lake’s shifting land
until it slides dunes steep and wide

dunes slide steep and wide not real hills
but fine particles of rock ground
stacked grains without glue sculpted mounds
carved by wind gusts and water spills

wind blown carved by water until
keen sand thrusts a cliff-hanger pose
precarious, then a breeze blows
crests to clefts, the chasms to hills

dunes just flowers that own more time
wither bloom and shape the coastline

 

Up

in a lacy cup
count the stars in the Milky Way
look on the other side of day
and watch the sun rise rolling up

watch the sun rise
movement sliding, smooth lifting free
a stutterless grace, immense– we
stand lost beneath the passing skies

beneath callous skies
how does conscious thought stand before
endless time with its silent roar
of dark, unfathomable size

light sparks blinks then dissolves from sight
one point pricking holes through the night