quarta-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2024

That tongue of the tides

 mouths about the sea
though here it goes inevitably

Roaring in
Car ride like
Bulge and bust down
carved explosion

Rush rush splash
swallow fall and crush together

Spilling down and getting pushed up onto the dry sand
Burst and burp like a throat
transitioning into a tongue
to lick the shore

Bulging, fading humps accumulating
bouncing and then breaking to predictable hiss
No more of those weepy waves
passively lapping




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