Low Tide

lowIt smells

Of dead crabs, mire and diesel fuel

It reveals

Barnacles and beer cans

It reminds me

Of water moccasins and banana sandwiches

It sounds like

Squish, splatter, sluice, and

Bare feet freeing themselves from muck


1 Comment

Filed under Breadcrumbs, Poetry

One response to “Low Tide

  1. trenchtopeak

    Wow… for one carefree moment while reading your poem, I was there at the beach… great description, you have the power to take your reader to a different place and time. keep on writing!

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