Bill Knott

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Fragments from the Beach

(Nonasyllabics) In retrospect the tragic nature of sea is a taste wept too daily, too depleted by freedom's rupture; the eyes have other secrets to see and deeper use for the detritus within us: the bright effluvium of ego dries up, mired as it is in wealth, that remedial medium. Blame it on fate, on beach memories-- pebble put in the pocket or shell fragments; any memento carries us as much as we it. Time capsule contains every evening's interval. The ocean observes its own puddle.