Swells
waves rise up and fall
the rhythm of the ocean
moves us together
–
surfing-
the swell
of your hips
waves rise up and fall
the rhythm of the ocean
moves us together
–
surfing-
the swell
of your hips
the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book
–
wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash
sawdust on the floor-
the earthy aroma of
horse manure and hay
–
a saddle blanket-
riding bareback
in the tall grass
barnacles gather
just below the waterline
where the piers once stood
–
rotting pilings-
waves, the echoes
of children’s laughter
in my father’s chair
still unprepared to carry
this heavy burden
–
fallen acorns-
my little feet
in your shoes
the heat of the forge-
showers of embers rise up
into a gunmetal sky
–
cold anvil-
hammers
ringing
over chips and drinks
the sounds of friendship filter
through my old screen door
–
dark windows-
piles of chips
shufflled cards
our fingers entwined-
the dusky blush of daybreak
mirrored in your face
–
the rising sun-
my finger traces
along your lips
a grin escapes me-
one unseen piece of salmon
stuck to my cats nose
–
in the shadows-
my petite
stalker
quietly cracking-
gentle waves frozen within
the river’s surface
–
irrigation pond-
young skaters
scarves and gloves