Poetry from The Well

the giver

moody waves

flick glowing

trickles of water

across dry ankles

 

I walk slowly and

wish for God’s

attention

 

a hundred feet away

an oyster has trapped

a regular pebble

 

poems buzz in my ears

tired fingers like nets

catch yawns and sighs

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