The Visitors

The fracture of the cliffside observes, notices

the wind hunting for the stray seeds of cotton

safely lodged and wedged in its crevices

Soft and gentle, forgotten offspring

Sunbreaks warm stone’s ancient skin

as it’s visitors are guided away to expire in the sea

fading snowy white to clumped damp gray

In the water, disintegrating

and the cliffside settles, straining to hear

Next summer

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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