Out of the Waves
Piper Ochs
[piper.ochs@thewritegallery.com]
A memory,
Unlike the mud and sand,
Cannot be washed away
By waves of water
Or streams of tears.
Out of the waves --
The thoughts of a cold, dark death,
One without a last breath,
Pulling you downward.
You died that death
And left us here to fear what emerges
Out of the waves.
© 1999 Hayley Showers, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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