there once was a shape
made of wet sand
it doesn’t matter what shape
just that it was there
and now it is not
different people in different times
saw different shapes
yet still spoke as if it were
the same shape contiguously
now it is not except it is
more so than previously
because it holds its shape
true to each who speak of it
the past maintains the present
the present invents the past
to better to become itself
together the mean of meaning
is shaped then reshaped again
so much sand in our hands
(summer 2007)
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