100 years
world erupted
atrocities chaos blood
to end all wars
noble necessity
grave brave acceptance
walk into death
to save future.

Now they have gone
crouching into tall grasses
or fading between branches of
long standing pine
whispering flutters
caught up with summer winds
while benches hold steady
to gathered warmth that lingers
reservations for all permanents
in the Church of the Wood.

Photograph
a stranger framed
beaches feature waves
naked wild-eyed fire dogs
freedom dancers
driftwood logs
distant future still
slumbering.
I keep thinking
of a gravemarker
there onshore
where to read
life collides with your jeopardy
sea rhythms cover us
again
and again.

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.