180 – Pistachios

Pistachios

In the parable
the man builds
a house on sand
and perishes;
the rock saves.

But the sea
never ceases
to turn
the rock
back to sand.

Above a plane
splits the sea
-colored sky,
leaving blankly
as it came.

I crack pistachios
savoring the rock
salt and emptiness
each shell holds.
Soon I hold a bowl

full of nothing.

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