The Future is Now
Summer, like sand,
shifts into a mercurial autumn.
I walk the beach,
my dog eager,
my thoughts reluctant with remorse,
straining
with herculean effort
against progress.
They lead me
not to the salty shoreline
or the regular blip
of illumination
from the craggy promontory.
The message I seek
is immortalized in
an unpretentious rock wall
home to shore rats
and their cleverly hidden detritus.
A solitary stone beckons
admonishes me
The future is now.
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