Poetry of Robert Fisher
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Waves rush ashore,
Flooding the beach
Along a ragged front.
Some water rolls quickly
Back into the sea,
While some clings to the sand,
Lingering on land,
Breathing like the first amphibians,
Before sliding into the swell.
We the living are clinging to the sand,
While those around us
Drain into oblivion.

May 12th, 2017