The wanderer

She, through the blackened tent
of night
walked the seashore, waves
clustered like
beehives
where the tide overflowed. …
came from the
cottage that burned,
thick piles of char
sleeping like an old man. …
she, in silence
scraped the sand
while trying to put together
memories-
uneasy ones, counting on her
fingers,
burning like little lamps. …
longed for him, so delicately.

Copyright © 05/07/2016 lance sheridan®

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2 comments on “The wanderer

  1. Barbara says:

    Lance – this has some strong images and passages that sets the mind on fire – many times broken hearts feel these type emotions – loved it!

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