A Beautiful Mine

A Poem By: C. Michael Ashley

A Beautiful Mine

A poem by: C. Michael Ashley

There, across the bay, the florescent allure.

The last pale representation of whatever was holding on.

Only natural sounds broke through conciseness.

The waves broke upon hitting transcendence with the shore.

Rain trickled on the dock.

Droplets fell from the grey sky onto the murky brown waters.

Clouds spread parallel in the sky above.

A hand reached out.

A ring atop the little finger.

Letters engraved upon it.

Just above the knuckle.

The hand connected with the arm of a man.

The man faced towards the light.

He grasped for it.

His hand opened.

The once florescence of the light now broke down pale.

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