A poet/writer/artist friend from New Zealand saw my photo of this Galveston sunset and was inspired to write the poem below. Please visit her site... http://waffledompoetry.blogspot.com/
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Passing Galveston
Black waves finger the shore. Galveston waits as the sun descends through peach. Buildings stand steady, foundations cemented. The sea will curl around them, claim them one sand grain at a time, one mortar crumb at a time, and flee with them, returning history to the ocean.
