waves roll me;
drifting, grounded,
sailing, stranded,
storm-ravaged.
I'm the anchor
sinking suddenly,
sands shifting into me
--then the lift--
(the bow breaks,
snaps back together)
The captain sleeps and awakens.
The metaphor breaks; I'm mistaken.
I'm a clipping of time,
a snapshot, a rhyme,
a streak of light, a curtsy,
a penny on the ground
(sometimes lost,
sometimes found)
(sometimes lost,
sometimes found)
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