Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 17
an orangey-red plastic toy
tugboat, the size of an eight
yr. old's palm--is pulled out
to sea.
painting by number via ripple,
glowing like a stubborn ember.
it briefly idled in your standard
size sand bucket--bearing the
likeness of a ripe watermelon's
skin, streaks & all.
cemented by wet sand, to
its rim--sand ***** writhing
as they did with dinosaurs.
sort of like Ronzoni shells
copping a dance.
Onoma
Written by
Onoma  NYC
(NYC)   
56
   camilla
Please log in to view and add comments on poems