Boxing Day 2013

PEI Shore summer 408_20130803 PEI Shore Winter 408 20131226

Your red blood reduced
To grey ashes once sleek bones
Now charred and brittle
Twelve years ago I carried
A small black box that was you

Onto the north shore
On a warm summer evening
Under starry skies
The waves washed over my feet
Washed what was once you away

Now you cannot tell
Where shore ends and sea begins
All is white snow ice
At the horizon cold dark
Water blends into striped sky

Layered and subtle
Mutable as memory
Landscape of ceaseless
Change that contains your blood
Sea salted with your dried bones

(for Bob Read)

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