Driftwood

Today, I shall be driftwood
Carried by the sea waves
And the many currents
Of travel and possibilities
And when I grow tired
I shall wash up on a fragrant beach
And bleach as white as the sands I rest upon

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White Clusters

In the distance
I espy
The nodule
Tangles
Of thread-thin waves:
White clusters
Bent by stillness.