Photo: Richard Palmer |
Shallow Water
The sand grew hot,
searing gusts more
dust than air,
coating their eyes,
their mouths, rendering
each awkward breath
a punishment.
Is this what
they had in mind?
Or was
the winding tide of clarity
obliterated
by the ineffable truth
of moonlight
shimmering
on a vast expanse
of shallow water?
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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