Wednesday, February 27, 2013


my skeletal feet are still dappled with sand.
the beach wouldn't let me leave it behind
and oh, do i know that feeling,
even too familiar. don't leave me behind,
i'll follow.

it takes awhile for me to bloom,
a corporeal flower arriving late to springtime tea.

with sandy toes i'm knocking; i hope
you don't mind that i've lost my shoes.



Mary said...

Oh, I really like the second stanza. I think many beautiful ' flowers' take their time!

Dana Leah said...

what a meaningful comment, thank you! i think so too! xo