Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922.
V. Mist Forms26. Sand Scribblings
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The wind says stop, begin.
The shovel changes, the floor changes.
Maybe a three-pointed foot can tell.
Maybe the fog moon they fly to, guesses.
Five of them fly and keep together flying.
Curls on the sand when the sea leaves
The salt tide without a good-by.
Shake ’em and the nails loosen.
They have been somewhere.