by David Chorlton
Through the residue the wind
left behind after carving
light into shapes that endure,
the double yellow line that leads
to the edge of the world
runs to the point where the sky
opens for it to pass
and continues toward the stars,
leaving in its wake
rock stretched thin
in layers recording time
back to when a sea was here,
feeling for a shore.
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