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Driftwood
By Don Iannone

Adrift,
Playfully bobbing up and down
in aqua green waves,
Disappearing beneath the surface,
only to re-emerge somewhere else,
Trusting the current to carry you
where you need to go,
Hoping life will make something out of you,
Smoothed by the water's razor sharp edge,
Ungraspable Gordian knots find a place
to express themselves, reminding us
of life's intractability,
Living as driftwood in an unending
stream of consciousness,
Odd, but recognizable animal and human totems
carved in abstract by Nature,
Ancient wood sculptures,
hoping to be seen for what they are, but always more,
Eventually ashore,
resting on the beach,
out of the water's incessant reach,
Basking momentarily in the obscure promise
of another colorful sunset.

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