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Dennis Phillips

from SAND

There is rain at the horizon
a chill but the moon, gibbous,
is out of sight the tides severe
and automatic.  Or turn
to remove this.   

You will ask about decay 
and the rest of the auditors
will congratulate a certain spirit
they can't help but misquote.
In fervent belief.

The sharks will rest now 
but some believe they once growled like wolves 
and consumed an elephant
caught in a renegade tide.