The World of B.Z. Niditch
Saturday, August 30, 2014
THIRTIETH OF AUGUST
Wishing to listen
to silence
scattering solitude
among shells and stone
in reverie at the beach
sunshine brushes dunes
by the edge of the shore
washing wild roses
and our first dead leaf.
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