The sea sorts shells. . .


The sea sorts shells
        on the seashore
while white plumes
        form in the foam
and tonight
        a scattering of stars
will shine down on us
        and we will continue
on the tick tock of our sad

Nobody knows
        where the words
are heading
        but in these times
of war our hearts
        beat for peace
for human nature
        to regain
the upper hand
        for love to rule
in the house
        of verbs

John Lyons


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