Clifton King Poems
- Beachcombing Sea and sky, a meld of grays before a retiring ...
- Giverny Garden The garden is raucous with yellow and ...
- Black On The Boulevard A serpentine line of bodies ...
- Sunday Shoes I don’t own a pair of Sunday shoes, leather ...
- We Were There We were there in The Haight, flowers in our ...
- The Porch I bought this house for the porch, open to the ...
- Invitation To A Bath Party There is nothing more ...
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Sea and sky, a meld of grays
before a retiring north wind.
An ebb tide leaves behind
those worthless passengers
of storm-tossed waves:
sinewy strands of seaweed,
shells and bits of driftwood.
I think of all I’ve left behind.
A stone, face smooth from millennia
of the sea’s caress, catches my eye.
I skip it across her shallows,
continue my search for something
I won’t know until I see it.
That’s the way of beachcombing