One of my first poems, and still one of the few where I nailed precisely the mood and inflection that I wanted. The only other poem that jumps to mind in which I repeated this act was my much more recent "What I Know".

Liquid light on high Shine bright Moon beam's cloud The stormy death Comes to a monumental (yet painful) end Breaks on the shore- Line brings small Crustaceans to their death Little clams and Crabs can not help To die Call it inevitable

This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.

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