A Vigor’s Waning

by James Robert Rudolph


The plump green of drifting
life a salty blue swim
the old alchemy of sun into breath
on a sea’s skin
the first transubstantiation.

A wave’s forsaken now to
become an ocean’s ghost.
I am turned out.

Seaweed paled by a
Pacific sun crispy curling
ochre tendrils bound for white
dry on sand of conch pink.


Copyright © 2016 by James Robert Rudolph

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