Donald Traxler's Poetry
Monday, January 14, 2019
ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 52
ᎢᏳᏃ ᎢᏧᎳ ᎬᎨᏫᏍᏓᏎ
Ꮎ ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎢᎦᏛ ᎬᏩᎣ ᎥᎿᎢ,
ᎢᏧᎳ ᎡᏍᎦ-ᎢᎬᏁᎭᏎ ᎬᏩᎣᏁ,
ᎠᎴ ᎢᏧᎳ ᎡᏍᎦ-ᎢᎬᏁᎭᏎ ᎣᎬᏌᏁ.
Sea-foam
The beach is spread with sea-foam,
iridescent harbinger
of the coming storm.
At the waning of the light,
in the darkness of the night,
the storm will steal our sand,
and leave us
dinosaur bones.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler
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