and blown away

as the hurt flower

plucked for a

soft hand that

hunted for sweetness

after the passing

of a paranoid

turtle knowing that

the water is too far away

as refreshing

as it all seems the night

comes too tightly

the hunters will come

and we have

only begun our trek

at least you

don’t see the sharks

in the water

and the maggots of

fear following him


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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