Thursday, August 26, 2010

Home

Lay these bones by the bay,
where the fiddler crabs scuttle
and the salty air is tinged with marsh mud.

Make a skeleton altar
where the gulls' cries interlope with
gentle waves lapping grains of sand.

Time starts and stops here;
this is home.

3 comments:

  1. That was really delicate and lovely. You better stop being good at poems or I'll beat you up!

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  2. Thanks you guys! Minus the physical threat part, of course, but I know that's how you show you love me : )

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