Monday, December 23, 2013

Beach (Poem 265)

so 1970-something    go to 
beach    big dark blue waves    
can swim here    ask woman   
she tells look up    wave 
towering over    she says hold 
on to me    wave comes in   
we are under water   hold on
to tree she shouts don't 
get sucked back out
necklace t-shirt shells
they sell them along 
this boardwalk    but 
no tree    no lady     just hands.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six