pebbled us.

why not make me wait?
go on then, climb your tree and–
shh, sneak back inside

*

this makes me think of
you, me, and all those times we'd
salt our cuffs at sea

make waves

it took time to warm
the lines stretching here to there;
now we can make waves

***

find your comfort shell
then lose it for the wind and
persimmon seafoam

penny I'd

shoulders of giants
make some people taller and
some lose their balance

***

I found a penny
in a puddle near my door
and I left it there.