I Say Dream Only

by May 29, 2018 0 comments

It starts to cloud, heavy gray clouds
then begins to rain
Drops the length of drumsticks

The tin roof on a beach shack
is a tight percussive skin
that rises off-pitch
Dune grasses sway
to the drumming
flap to the beat
The waves applaud

We take refuge in the shack
The storm crashes against the walls

We sleep or should I say dream only
She, a starfish, I, a gray line
Starfish floats, gray line catches

Huddled together on a wooden cot
surrounded by sand, salt, storm
She, a starfish, I, a gray line
I lift her to taste the sea
a clam floats over my tongue
I lift her higher
tasting more of the sea

editors note:

Open wide and say, “Ahhh.” Save room for seconds. (We welcome Dah to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

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