LOW TIDE

when its low tide it stunk,

the smell of dry wet playa, 

swift pure gentle wind,

reminder of long

lost youth in me  

as an old fart

kept me apart 

from neo evolutionary

seemingly tide's residuum

hang in on the soul

 in gritty long beach

an empty mollusk lay

memento of once essence

seaweeds drifts aimlessly

realizing sentience bouyancy 

is of importance

true to this world

there's no permanent

neither life's troubles 

comes low tide 

open wide 

sea of living animation abide

to the power of nature provide