Fay Slimm.

No Chance

 

 

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.