Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Magdalena Ball #42: always the same beach

always the same beach

it’s always the same beach
sting on the lips
hand across the eyes
the water in motion
waves, mounting

footsteps leave an imprint
that was already there

waiting for another year
though the years
go on ticking over

these seagulls are familiar
black and white squawk
against the light brown sand
heavy billed
trying to make you laugh
on those spindly legs
swooping for hot chips

the mouth is desiccated with salt
parched into desire
for what has already happened

breeding each day as if it were
new, each year as if
the only year

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