something about the sea
beneath your feet
the sand shifts, footprints
mark your passage
you could be followed
no one ever does
something about the sea
the gray blue range
the white noise of waves
dampens edges
(whatever they are)
makes us throw stones
launched side-armed
skipping three or
four times, if lucky.
it's a mercy of sorts.
---First appeared in The Mochila Review
beneath your feet
the sand shifts, footprints
mark your passage
you could be followed
no one ever does
something about the sea
the gray blue range
the white noise of waves
dampens edges
(whatever they are)
makes us throw stones
launched side-armed
skipping three or
four times, if lucky.
it's a mercy of sorts.
---First appeared in The Mochila Review