Saturday, February 8, 2014

Look Up (Poem 312)

Odious afternoon that 
precedes the ominous 
night, the gentle tug 
of the clear water lapping 
at your toes. Why not look 
up, scan the horizon? 
The living sand, wet 
beneath your feet, begins 
to suck at your ankles.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six