A pebble bound for the ocean's depths
meets a buoy floating in from Japan.
The signs they exchange are couched
in the silent tongue of the secret traveler,
unappreciated by the unmoving. Yes, brother,
yes sister-- glances traded in a crowd--
good fortune, fellow wayfarer
may you travel well.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Tidewrack And Outwash
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