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


and the security


of lethargic hills


the tide will be in soon;


the sentinel drowned


beneath saltwater flows


unresolved, a mystery remains


elsewhere, a meaning lost


© Christopher Raine

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