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 Although previously unpublished, Joshua is optimistic about his future as a poet and a critic and works daily towards developing his own unique voice.
