gulp that salt-chunk air
sob
tear hair, wild green grass
ragged
sky-tossed waves
brine, not mine
nowhere
buzz on rocks
flies,
sandgravel-spray
ozone
flotsam
angry brain
fierce tide
floatswirl
relentless awake
gulp that salt-chunk air
sob
tear hair, wild green grass
ragged
sky-tossed waves
brine, not mine
nowhere
buzz on rocks
flies,
sandgravel-spray
ozone
flotsam
angry brain
fierce tide
floatswirl
relentless awake
See all those windows
I’ll never look out of
the way the rain stains
concrete like a tidemark
dispersed landocean
of sweetwater
a heartbeat, monitored
spikes and stalactites
mountains in the distance
that won’t be climbed again
if ever they once were
and fat fulsome blossoms
like cheeks stuffed with popcorn
springtime possibility,
impossibly lush
too wonderful to last
Today’s prompt: to write a poem of the possible. A a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.
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