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August 8, 2020November 26, 2020by Christine Eyres

Poetry #11 Tide

Tide

 

 

Rushing seaward

yellow, brown, black leaves

plastic drink bottles

a bald tennis ball

mangrove spears bob vertical

lost children

seeking place to root. 
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