Photo and poem by Michael Harwood
back to the beach
what for?
to hide or reflect
drink from the cup of neglect
swim out, so far from the shore
porcelain pieces
lie on the floor
glitter in a moon bold and full
crushed by the rampaging bull
what for?
your taste on my tongue
what for?
is it a hunger or thirst?
why can’t passion come first?
hot and raw
back to the beach
once more
am I just one grain of sand?
to be held in your hand
what for?
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