Tagged: waves

on green lake, for a

on green lake, for a
moment, we are held by the
summer heat and our

engine sputtering a call-
and-response to the ripples
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: sputtering

on a scale of walking

on a scale of walking
into traffic and
walking into the sea,
last night i
chose the sea,
and when i reached it,
you called me
out of the blue,
an accusatory tone
in your voice,
taking me back
to the days when
i’d arrive at my
childhood home
and not ring you up.
i was found out,
i leaned the
heaviness against you
so that i could
find a new
balance, and you
shifted so that you
could accommodate
the weight. i
wandered alongside,
instead of into,
though the sound of
the waves will always
compete with your voice
.
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seven paces to

seven paces to
the atlantic, it comes up
to measure me and
my intent.
eventually, the
waves will rise
to chest-level, so
cold that i will
no longer have to
say the things i
need to say
because there
will be a numbness
that simply forgets
.
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the mind is crowded

the mind is crowded
at a level entirely
unsustainable –
you are looking
at me from across
the river, at least
a school of
thoughts flounder,
waves licking our toes
.
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perhaps there are waves

perhaps there are waves
we know little to nothing
about – cleverness

is not enough to turn on
our radars, keep us on guard
.
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the tongue you do not

the tongue you do not
choose to use loses
elasticity, fumbles
its phonetic alphabet,
but remains resilient,
bobbing across
brainwaves,
suspending
memories as bait
.
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at the center of

when you are asleep,

when you are asleep,
the seconds rise and fall beneath
an arm around your

waist. you are the waves, pulling
me towards morning’s shores
.
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for a moment, the

for a moment, the
sun felt high
, as if it could
last an afternoon

longer, no worries, no rush,
waves lapping this side of sky
.
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at the mall, cool air

at the mall, cool air
hits us like a
breeze on the
beach, and the
mechanical waves
from twin escalators
welcome us to
take a ride. it’s
summer, and
we are here to
hold hands
.
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