Narragansett

Tiny knot in the sand waiting for me

Untidy, untie me, grains rush past

Slivers of gold and silver fractured through time

Rushing in white, leaving in blue

Flashes of weight left over from before

Withered, weathered bones of the Earth

Through the glass iris into the depths

Tiny tangle waiting for the hands

Slowly tumble back

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