by TYLYN
Mere moments ago,
It seemed,
I had been made a witness.
‘Twas a grand experience by the water.
Fishing for celandine poppies
In the bushes by a dried-up sea,
I fell into a, for lack of better word
A kiaugh.
Boat hooks had latched onto my sleeve,
I’m not really sure how.
But when I realized it,
The vessel was already leavin’ ripples.
My feet planted, I called out.
A friend heard my cry and sighed
“Unhook yourself, fam.”
“If I could, I would. Now HELP ME.”
They wrapped around me and pulled.
Together, it wasn’t long before my sleeve tore,
And I found myself falling into them with a whirl.
Somehow, I tasted spices.
Warming, exciting, confusing. ‘Twas unforgettable.
And soft too. When I looked them in their
Eyes, they were glazed over.
Like I said,
I witnessed somethin’ grand.
Somethin’ I’d never leave behind,
Which is a first for me.
But now,
I have questions…
Which leave me on my own.
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