Ephemera

I sit at the water’s edge,
draw circles in the sand.

It was almost too civil. Last night
we walked down the beach
to the crab shack,
tied bibs around our necks,
and over a bucket of clams and corn
decided who got what.

Circles, short-lived in the tide,
my wedding ring in the dresser drawer.

 

Sarah Russell
First published in  Red Eft Review
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26 thoughts on “Ephemera

    1. Thanks a lot, Bjorn. I try to follow Joan Didion’s idea that the last lines of a story or poem should open a door to a whole new story. I don’t always succeed, but it’s worth trying every time.

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