squinting in the glare of the sun
avoiding the krill lined beach -
a crunchy layer of red skeletons
I paddled in the harbour
the salt water licking the burn on my leg
kissed that morning
by the exhaust pipe of your toppled Honda
the burn shrank to a memory
buried with the bones of your life
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
squinting in the glare of the sun
avoiding the krill lined beach -
a crunchy layer of red skeletons
I paddled in the harbour
the salt water licking the burn on my leg
kissed that morning
by the exhaust pipe of your toppled Honda
the burn shrank to a memory
buried with the bones of your life