Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Echoes Wash

Echoes Wash 16-200Z

Waiting for their return,
Cut adrift from connection.
Somber light of moon,
As echoes of waves wash memories.

What once was,
Who once was,

Salt air cuts,
Into rawness of untouched.
Long forgotten,
Yet remembered.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-200Z)

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