K O N A

Jim Andrew Clark


we withdrew into the song of a sea shell and the whisper of the
ocean floor offered us its final call.

holding our thoughts like a deep breath we surrendered to the
serenity of the billowing waves.

palm fronds crackled in the wind, deceiving us by playing the
rain in this summer play.

embers rose from the stone pit like dying fireflies caught in the
forever dance of the ocean's music, lighting the black sand of
our evening stage as they climbed into the threatening sky.

we followed the music up the spiral of the sea shell, twisting
clockwise to the cadence of a million ocean waves at our heads.

on the beach we were discovered in the haze of the rising sun--

it was all captured in time, the beach was our stage,
sunrise was the final curtain call

and we gave the world a sleeping ovation.



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Swagazine 9
Winter 2001




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