Codes on the sand

What if any do you find in tides,

If they sway you away?

If they wash to the shores do they sweep all away?

If they carry to the mass what they’d brought to the fore,

What if any do you call what’s left?

Remnants or treasures?

Looking At Me

Looking at me looking at him,

Waiting for me bidding that time,

Clearing that throat spitting it out,

Forming those words waiting for the cue,

Making that face fidgeting drama fingers,

Stepping in tow marking that entry,

Feeling that glare breathing that air,

Blocking that image staring at the ground,

Hearing those words listening not to their cry,

Loosing the meaning shaking my head,

Walking past in haste gathering that momentum,

Following me behind waking up my ire preying on my guilt,

Questioning his genuineness while picking my teeth,

Feeling for the loose change needing to make it right?

Pursuing next target pointing a spiteful finger at me,

Turning back but finding him gone, wondering who to blame,

Seeing that kid on the street.

Photo by: Dave Blume

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