Driftwood (Beached, part 3). A poem.

Driftwood,
floating on
percolating tides.
Saltwater soaks
fossil branches.
Sand embraces
nooks and crannies.

Driftwood,
meandering,
awaiting
a tactile, tacit end.
Longing for
a final, lasting
beach head.

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