RAINE REFLECTIONS

Boots

 

Coffee black mud,
rich in the company
of bleached
crustacean shells,
slick kelp whips,
and flickering sea lice;
a rubber boot
remains entrenched
A stumble
of prophetic curses
leads to the parliament
of quack grass,
the security
of lethargic hills
The tide will be in soon;
the sentinel drowned
beneath salt water flows
Unresolved, a mystery remains
Elsewhere, a meaning lost


© Christopher Raine

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