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
photograph by Emily Scudder
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
photograph by Emily Scudder