Against the Grain
by Hazel Elaine Wilcox
If every thought was washed away
the same as waves to a beach,
I would question my existence
because if I could not recall
the simple memory of us
it would be the ocean I would swallow.
Hazel E. Wilcox, 2006
Written in response to a writing challenge found here: /viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976825320


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