Overtones of a Sunny Washington Afternoon

The wind in the trees, the words on the page

Salt in the air, makes them cascade

Over and over,

Upon the rocks as it washes them away

The sounds of the crashing,

Pulling and dragging

Rocks turned pebbles turned grains of sand

You jut up lonely, solitary

Stranded amidst the scenery
A reflection echoes along with each ring of the bell 

A far away, out of reach


Lost in the space, in the time

Of each sound of impact


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