NATURE Poem: Foam, by Kenna Tanner

Under the billowed out wave
Into the rock retched reef
Where you sit with your
Knees tight watching the
Stones hit the hard surface;
Sink, silt, sonder, someone
On the bottom bloodied from
The nothing feeling you
Gave to them. Perched at each
Pop of pebble to top, you
Think it looks real fine from
All the way up here. There’s
No other view but this one.
My hands wrist deep in sand.
You’re good at everything but me.

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