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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

wetwasteland

reeds
a breeze
a bird calling
looking for a friend,
a mate
a parent
a child
a cry unanswered

marsh
a current
the fish darts
seeking its meal
the smaller fish
jets to the blackness
prey and predator both disappear
the quest ends

coast
white sand
the crab runs
scrambling for its home
the hole in the dune
legs scurrying in chaotic concert
the opening lost
motion slowed by the slick

sea
deep blue
a glide, a swim
cruising through the deep
the warmth
the embrace
home
it is gone

"wetwasteland" originally appeared in the open mic section of the Poets for Living Waters site.

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