Photo by Kit Yoon
Tower
by Fro Macoon
Someone
On that hot dry day,
Left a tower
Of rocks
Leaning on the sand, pressed against
Each other for
Strength.
It seems like
The tower will never
Leave, will never
Be dismantled
From the strong grip of the other rocks,
the rocks and the
Sand.
But in time,
All in time,
The waves, the waves
Will stretch up to this shore,
Pulling back
With everything it needs to take
Into its churning,
foaming clutches
Stripping that shore clean.
