tumbling under a wave
cat’s tongue of coarse sand
licks your back were you
planning on leaving? maybe
you wanted something else?
(we are out of cranberries)
somewhere the air is
breathable but subsumed
in a swirling world
of gray grit and foam
you are unable to imagine this
sanguine yet puzzled
you wonder if you decide to
stay how will they know?
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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