Days.

The horizon flashes in strobe.
Digging our feet into the sand, they disappear.
The breathy kiss of Tuesday
Bleeds into Wednesday.
Tumbling:
Stairsteps and inertia.

The x-ed out calendar squares inching forward
Like a worm,
Like a tortoise
Slow, steady,
Eventually winning the race.

The undertow drinks you in,
Loving the way the salt affects your chemistry.
There’s nothing human in the waves.
A barrage of glittering, summer waves.
Again and again, they’re relentless
Insistent.
Always mechanical in their abscondence
No matter how manic the embrace.

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~ by Jade Elizabeth on June 15, 2012.

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