Thursday, September 25, 2014

5944. BIBMAN'S BEACH OF THE DAY

BIBMAN'S BEACH 
OF THE DAY
Here I go again; weathering a storm, eating 
at broken tables. Walking where the errant 
soldiers died, I see a plaque saying they were 
buried here. Found after exposure, dead  -  
abandoned, hungry, wounded and foul. The 
National Oak has nothing on them. I walk 
away wanting more. The distant sea is rolling 
in, near here, the waves yet smash the shore.

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