We pass rocky cliffs on our way in and out of Victoria. Our beaches tend
towards piled rocks and pebbles. It’s easy to think of them as changeless but
they do wear down over time …
rock scraped clean
eons ago – 
sundown
***
the shipwreck rests
on black rock –
silent lighthouse
***
a tree clings
to rock –
the ferry passes
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Very nice! Thanks , Jenny.
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Glad you liked it, Jenny. Even our garden is full of rocks!