The Old Man and the Sea

A couple of feet from the continent's edge,
his lone spare form, cane in hand,
resolute as any of the houses
among those further down along
the bluff, leans into a wind
coming in full bore offshore.

Far as we can see,
whitecaps roll so precisely, so mathematically
across the jade-green water's chop,
while from above the inland hills
a hawk drops in the sluicing wind,
some small prey's heart gathered to its own.

copyright 2007 M. K. Meder
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