What the Tide Brought In
It wasn’t driftwood or jellyfish,
not rope or cracked plastic,
not the usual ghosts of summer—
but a door.
Painted green once,
now …
Quadriplegia
Once upon a Wednesday morning:
Me and the dog were on our way;
I threw the ball he’d catch we’d play
for seemed like hours and he’d adore me.
Once …
Tumble
Rumble rumble round we go:
To ride the highs, negate the lows.
Mundane inane, intrigue, awe ⸺
Routine’s comfort, glossed or raw.
Tumble tumble …