Gathering

Mind, send me words

which will fall like pebbles

on a long uneven shore,

sand grains adhere,

texture and form

are changed,

people try to balance

but lose foothold,

feet shun shoes

which become

flotsam-like,

when incoming tide

to jetsam

selecting riprap variation

not from any one place,

moved to form

an everlasting queue

to invade those

future thoughts

before I speak.