5 MINUTE POEM(WHILE DINNER BURNS)

BEAUTIFUL BRUISE

BEAUTIFUL BRUISE

I am running in a living bruise,

the beach, grey, indigo, turquoise, yellow.

Punching holes in soft brown sand,

a heron stalks the shallows.

Two birds lurch,

wings bright slivers of foil

chopping the evening air.

Now crunching stones

embroidered by nervous plovers

while sanderlings stitch

the silvery rising waves

to the shining sand.

BACKSTRAND

BACKSTRAND

SANDERLINGS

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