Point of View
by Susan T. Moss

We walk among the sea oats
swaying on lake breeze
while curling waves
unfold at shore's edge.

Gulls swoop and glide
in aerial outlook for fish
streaming below waterline
framed by cloudless horizon.

Here among transient grass
rooted to drifted sand,
apex sun drowns human failure
and unfulfilled dreams.

What abides with limited breath
will one day yield to earth but not
under argus-eyed feet and our need
to bulletproof this beauty.


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