A Wave Epochal

Spencer Ward

Grit and sand midst chop and surf

From post to post memories affixed

Pain and pleasure take wheat from chaff

Our time spent here is but fairly mixed


Stone and ashe form shapen pit

Where fire burned from bottle's bulge

Graze and munch while round we sit

Burst giggly forth and all divulge


Touch and fire twixt fingers fill

Should burn but briefly for what it's worth

Bury and dive till all is null

I find me simply rooted in earth


Sun and silt bedecks the field

Yet it chills me when I forget

Hark and heed request to yield

To tides of change by strife beset

Published by Spencer Ward

I attend the University of Washington as an International Relations Major and write in my spare time.  View profile

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