At the Beach

The seaweed piling on the sand is
My only friend
Pushed along by waves
Bunched on the shore
Dried out, scattered with flies, with trash

It stinks but hurts me not
Nothing for it
But the silent universal rolling
It lies upon the shore
Knows how to wait

Now not unsung
Give us flies and seaweed
That long for peace upon the shore
Detested yet enduring
Deliver us from waves

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