No Chance.
As each ebbing tide tumbles seaward
to leave but remembrance
on sand\'s tear-washed places,
as a breaker flings sad over thought
and sighs reassemble
my desire turns to past embraces.
As life\'s rollers drag re-call heedlessly
back thru\' unforeseen grief
to where incompletion dwells,
as on-moving time sanctions seasons
I confront the regret
that we had no chance for farewells.