Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Hopes Of Humpbacks

(Pre-Script: This poem is meant to be read as the song, "Arms," #34 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)

On this much sand,

you stood;

the solid thing,

so I held on.
In front of us,

dolphins dove deep

our focus was the

horizon, our hopes of humpbacks.

Waves washed our feet til
i forgot or remembered or both
that the crashing in need not feel so tragic,
the shattering so sharp and jagged-
we'd followed the shell line to here this far;
my colored glass hid in your pocket.


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