a cairn at the edge
the edge of ocean's water, the edge of land's exterior
a marker for this moment in my life
the cairn left by a stranger at yesterday's high tide
this is my low tide
i search for a message, a clue for direction
but only significance is marked
i hear the ocean-smoothed rocks
tinkle inches out to sea
in the gurgling undertow of the surf
after each wave breaks
breaks
breaks
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