At the end of the beach

where rocks are impassible

and sea unswimmable.

I am the passively standing stone

points extended into the waves.

Weathered in daily battle

knowing stoically the war is lost with time.

The ocean is immortal

but sand is boulders defeated.

The water swirls and shakes me.

At the end of the beach

with dead pelicans pealed open.

Crows and seagulls gleeful

dripping citrusy flesh fruit.


by Josh Bliek


Joshua Bliek is a literature student in his local community college. Although previously unpublished, Joshua is optimistic about his future as a poet and a critic and works daily towards developing his own unique voice.

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