Almost Ashore Poem by Gerald Vizenor
Almost Ashore
winter sea
over my shoes
shadows
and bright
round stones
at san gregorio
every wave
turns a season
forests adrift
empty shells
memory of fire
so faraway
in the mountains
and canyons
silent pools
raise my faces
by early tide
slight my hand
shoulders
almost ashore
light breaks
over the plovers
certain steps
my traces
blood, bone, stone
turn natural
and heavy waves
rush the sand
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