She wrote a line of poetry.
She realized it was six words.
He is surfing on a kite.
He gets swept out to sea.
The mermaids come out to look.
Clouds part, revealing a sun-filled orifice.
He was trapped in small spaces.
I did not understand the dream.
Big men may resemble one another.
He was fine when I called.
Apple core: a seagull's only meal.
That is good, like a haiku.
The sky becomes dark and terrible.
Watch it creeping up behind us.
dark clouds hover just beyond daylight
you can take over for awhile
when clouds break we must run
she said, stop writing about rain.
- joyce and susan, @ washington blvd. beach, long beach, ny
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Never stop writing about rain, please.
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haha I said that because it started to rain at the beach and susan was still trying to scribble more six-worders!
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