Flee the Beach
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

The sand curls in borrows
Bow down to the lake
Shifts for tommorrow
The givings mistake

Waters draws out
In a fountain resprays
Across earths grim malice
And adrift moon partakes

Shift like the haystacks
Where bossoms find blume
Flow lik the rivers
Beside green ciques

And sleep like a mountain
So desperatly tall
I breath in by fleet
But can't find me at all