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
hardly
some days are ground
down
ground
into pieces
minutely
into beaches
where time
ebbs
some days are the moment
the tide is full
directionless
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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