Sunday, July 1, 2018

A single word (Day 529)

With a driftwood pen,
in wave-flattened,
damp sand, she 
wrote a single word,
newly excavated, 
edges still ragged.
It pulsed there, between 
them, for a moment, 
until the water rushed in
to shush her, and quickly 
erased the damning 

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: neshom/Pixabay

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