The warm clear current of the ocean
sends handshakes to my ankles
Bristles of bubbles srub my skin
The warm sand under my bare feet
Is just a backdrop to the unending ripples
Drawn to shore wanting to become land
Land dripping into the tide
envious or cautious
Of water
A new world
A new expirience
I stand there amongst the two
Scoping the horizon for another place
Drowning in thought
2 inches of water
Then 10
The pull of the envious beast
Now sinking in the sand
Two fleshy legs encrusted by land
Reason for writing:
This little diddle is a new direction for me... I usually run allong the lines of Kerouacian prose, and this was something more organic and neat, with underlying themes. Could be a little more descriptive though
Wittenberg University
Kevin
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