Of dead crabs, mire and diesel fuel
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
Filed under Breadcrumbs, Poetry
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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