Friday, October 9, 2015

Orange Crush

I had roused him from the depths of his nod
and when he staggered to his feet,
clutching an unopened bottle of Orange Crush
by its neck, his needle and his phone
fell out of his pocket and dropped down
a sidewalk grate, and now he stood there
screaming at me to help him fish them out,
thrashing like a ray at the end of a line
flopping and flapping in the surf,
tail stabbing the foam
as the sea slips silently away

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