Driftwood Dreams

©  Steve King

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bright sands raked by an unyielding wind

grey sea trimmed with white breakers

gulls adrift pure of flight on their distant azure plain

and the driftwood holding at the center

still through tides and gathering dunes

unmoved

as if in rapt dreaming

of dark mother forests so long gone

and damp wooded ground

a hint in its sere core

of the taste of ripe loam

from some other distant shore

dreaming all one

bright sun and sands

‘til it becomes a hatrack

             in some idling tourist’s hand