Minor dissolution

Before a minor dissolution the sea rushes
To a mound of sand making hieroglyphs.

Decay is its automated nighttime process
Under moon falling foul of ringed clouds.

A bird fell to be the decay’s show-piece,
With the moon gone ,the clouds at ease.

There have been so many of them here.
The event does not enter history books.

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