Sunday, April 8, 2018

wallowing in the waves
                                                 by Ralph Fletcher

we walk on our hands
lazing in shallow surf

like a bunch of sea sloths
or slow-motion manatees

no place to go
no hurry to get there

wubbling with the bubbles
foaming with the froth

in the noisy crumble-tumble
of the ragamuffin waves

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