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I, Sarcophagus

by Anne Di Baguette


life,      ebb and flow


a promise,   inside   rolling,   then   shifting    mommy


a celebration of bubbles    foam on sand


     become flutterkicks,


breakers somersaulting, riding laughter our bodies rubbed the shore,


                                                  we played


tap, tap,      can you hear the slap of surf against the rocks


with every s t r e t c h distorting me,      transforming


expectation growing like tiny limbs r e a c h i n g out    mommy


                      pulling back



                   receding



                      into



                   stillness



      don’t leave me                  change of tide


an unspoken pledge rescinded,              flow  and  ebb


 


while I, sarcophagus, motionless salt in tow


            (pink flesh yellowing in amniotic soil-beneath


            the surface fine wisps wave and fan a face


            eternally set in grim determination)


 


long after the struggle is ended I walk the shoreline of dead seas in search of shells and driftwood, answers and a small voice


                      here,    put this conch to your ear


                                                                                   you might hear him still



05/04/2003

Posted on 11/30/2017
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