Wednesday, May 13, 2009




_______i am as sand. You think
______i'm in yo ur hand but as you
______stroll ba refoot where ocean meets
________land...


___Glimmering,

______shimmering

_________facets_________________tips

_____________________and

_______waving

____arms and torsos

_________writhing hips

______________Hypnotizing

__________Mesmerizing

Swaying____Rising

__before__your

_______eyes

_____and you

____Realize--




A downward gaze

in your unfastened haze...

you are flaccid

remiss

a jellyfish.


Unintentional man-

-umission...__Sand

_________________f
________________l
_______________o
______________w
_____________e
_____________d

______________p
_______________o
_______________u
________________r
_________________e
__________________d

_____________r__i___v
____________________e
_____________________r
_____________________e

_____________________d

_____________________.


Your lower lip quivered--

--slightly.

Ocean's distant cousins

make tide pools

for an instant.

You blink them

compliant.

Master of sand?

Oh, no...

When I want to,

I Go.




3 comments:

  1. Thanks, Wayne. There is a long story behind this post. I hope you are well. I will visit your blog shortly. :-)

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  2. I don't know you like that, and, no, I didn't hear anything. ;-)

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