some days

some days emerge fossilized and stratified

revealing undercurrents of flow interrupted

time weights

broken as shakers shook

lying busted


some days sit rocky

heavy and ponderous

but hardly impervious



some days are ground



into pieces


into beaches

where time



some days are the moment

the tide is full


waiting for a pull from a slingshot dance


some days skip

flat rocks slapping

wet kisses at ten minutes to midnight


some days are always rocky



David Trudel   ©  2013



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