The edge of the water
coming right up
Can’t see where it starts
Was there a mess up?
The water retreated
The certainly heated
And I found there
Was nothing like here
In my memories
Where I can do as I please
I find that the beach
Is well within reach
Instead I have found
There is more sand that abounds
And there is nothing to see
As the water retreats.
image: martha0stout’s phone, Great Salt Lake, Utah
This poem was inspired by Eclectic Corner #9: Edge. The picture is from the Great Salt Lake, Utah where we’ve had a very dry last few years even for our desert home. The lake’s been retreating for a while.
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About martha0stout
I like to read and write and hang out with my family and friends. I currently live on a farm and all that such a living entails.
