Betsy Robin Schwartz

everything lasting

must change

embers glow hotter

after the flames die

all the smokepit air

is thick and warm

but breathable

the coals are

unconsumable

reconstituting

from ash

and hunger

and hope

and the sea

keeps coming

and coming

and coming

in waves

trusting

the change

in tides

high or low

all roads have

death taking tolls

at the last exit