at night, i arrange
our memories, leaf by leaf
stone by pebbled stone
as if every sun-dried crevice
of shells and mollusks echo
the careless caress of your voice
but the season of emptiness
has begun - decaying anemones
along with drift wood -
brims the sand box -
smell of coarse salt & kelp
remnants of sea
amputated by riptide-
here, stillness of hermit crab's pincers
frames & palms
every floating urchin
& bleeding shark-fin carcass
into distant mirror
flat, cocooned
by diving bell spider's silk
Photography by Emily Blincoe
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Mish ~ Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. Another poem for my prompt last week, on Arrangements from the photos of Emily Blincoe.

