Summersalt Poem by Stan Petrovich
Summersalt
I went to the beach
On a furious day
Rain & collapsing wind adrift the dunes
The seaspray salted my tongue
As I called your name
But you did not come
Except in a wave
That overpowered my feet
As I fell & wept your name again
Imagine what those seagulls saw
Myself prostrated in a wave of grief
And barely rising to give homage to the gregarious sea
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