Consequences
As consequences must and do accrue,
Redolent foamy crests in oceans blue,
That rise and fall when pulled by lunar cue,
To muddy dust on shores of sandy hue;
Where toes thrust deep when comes the morning dew,
Beneath grey skies where once proud eagles flew,
But now limp idly by grounded and through,
Watching memories fade to residue –
That stain the steps of unforgiving shrew,
Blaming nature demanding a cleanup crew.
10/23/16
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