Thus Rose the Erose Things

Cool shadows of wind, crumbling
the shore in tandem with sea,
accepting of the offering given
of earth, just earth and artifice
convenient enough to be
left and misconsidered, tallied
and longed for vaguely, though
some remains; enough to stand
and lay by, with sandy feet
incognizant of their unreality,
acting as such with each other
imagined breath and shaping
into words too maladroit
to grasp and hold and be
held._________Once a Day
this process is lit and seen
without remembrance, even
now.