rampart
she stands, resolute
and stares down the wind,
aware, 
her own face as granite,
eyes ramparts,
opposing 
a sea of troubles
crashing,
breaking
before her:
whether rushing her slowly
or kissing her feet,
time will tell...
Jon Bohrn (1999)

 

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