Two Poems: Third

I.

The lost, forgotten beach
Lies still and unseen,
Driftwood and footprints
Living memories undreamed.


II.

Stoned is the heathen heart
A mounting terror of placated parts;
Perched on islands
Dribbling memories,
A mandated scar.

Flail about with our hearts,
Ignore the arts,
We make our way regardless.
Our love digs deep
For more than cash in the purse,
Your way to disperse
Greed as an unbudding seed.

We may look forward
We may look back,
The historian knows our call
The musician hears it all;
The tracks are set
Paths our feet pet,
We’ll remember the words
You’ll long regret and wish to forget.

• 09/04/18, Motueka