a beach with some junk,
there are people passing by,
there are cars passing by,
the opposite of the place we were less than a week ago.
There was no noise,
and people barely passed by,
the water wasn't dead,
and on top of that,
there were no dead skunks.
2 comments:
cool poem!
-kya
A very thoughtful comparison. The image of the dying skunk is a powerful one and quite a contrast between what we experienced in Catalina. You are a natural, observant poet. Thanks for sharing!
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