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James M. Cox


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A wave
rolls forward,

breaks, comes ashore, unrolls --

a white lace wreath spreads out on the sand,

 applauding the wave’s death,

with a sound

so soft.

 

Copyright 2009 by James Cox.

 

 

James Cox describes himself as a "Taoist wild man, poet, dog lover, philosopher, old soul, cook, dishwasher, flower finder, father, healer, husband, aphorist, novelist, and real person." A resident of Whittier, North Carolina, he has published poetry in The Cherry Blossom Review, Silkworm, Short Poems, and Pinesong, and is one of the featured poets in a forthcoming anthology from Winding Path Publishers, entitled Echoes Across the Blue Ridge.

 



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