Tuesday, August 26, 2014


the one that got away was never
meant for me to hold

though i stand barefoot and
firm in silt at the cool water's
edge hands poised to trap the
silver beauty and bring her to
my atmosphere

though she glides into the space
between my palms and our vibrations

though i deftly close my hands
around her facile form the grasp only
serves as a warning and propels her into 
deeper waters

she is gone before i can exhale

though my hands are far from empty
as her opalescent scales bedazzle
my palms

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  1. Hauntingly beautiful. Wrapped in universal momma love. I love it.