Oh I wish that
I could but no
That like so many
Other things won’t be
They all were once
Then and back there
But here and now
Things are definitely different
So goes ones life
No more permanent as
The sand which skitters
And blows stopping here
For a while creating
Dunes upon which to
Climb and declare owned
That is until tomorrow
When time’s wind’s flatten
It into a beach
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 