Waves of the ocean slosh anonymously on voluminous billows
under swirling mists, nrelenting sun, the map of stars,
rolling mostly unvisited by human eyes
Undulating swells sometimes stippled by a cold rain
or storm-beaten into arching peaks
paint a brazen path of gold to meet a sunset
Ocean waves swell in rhythms begun primordially,
roll ever toward nothing in particular,
are spent ceaselessly on every shore
published in Star Poets Magazine
first published in Star Poets Magazine
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