Posted by: David Harley | April 5, 2013

Sand Fever

I see myself sometimes
as one pebble
on an expansive, stony beach

time and tide brush carelessly past
sometimes leaving me a little further inland
but in constant danger of being tossed
by some random hand
back below the low-tide mark

skimming the waves briefly
and disappearing

smoothed to silicaform anonymity
by aeons of small defeats
I still manage to turn a jagged edge
to those who touch me closest

Published in Chaff 2, 1985. Copyright David Harley 1985.


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