27 August 2023

Mud Sucks (a poem)


Knee deep the mud sucked
oyster shells cut
mosquitos bit
while a deer paddling
didn't see the hammerhead's smile
saltwater shared a horizon
without ripples
below the surface
with the tide out
a piddling river carved a channel to the sea
time swallowed whole
sunrise, sunset and night.

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