STONE WHALE --
SEAL OF STONE-
Seal of stone
Gray lighted in the dusked evening
Scarred, laying low in the damp sand
Snout seeped in the incoming eddy of tide,
Waiting eons and eons
Covered
Uncovered
Covered
Repeatedly
Ceaselessly
By the Pacific sea,
Worn down by its cold crashing breakers,
The rolling, rolling of sand and small pebbles
And the sometimes perch of a hungry gull,
For the stone fish that will never come.
Dan Wilcox
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