after the storm
i go to the beach
search for stones
which have never been seen
before.
ever.
finger a few, maybe
never to be touched
again, ever.
and remember
this sky
this earth
this instant
has never been before
and will never be
again.
it is once.
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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photo by Kevin Jones