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


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.