Bean

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Bean

 

She sits by the sea 

surveying sand and foam.

Windswept, weary, I join her,

expecting sand to snowball (in)to sea.


 

Instead, she surprises me.


 

She does not stand,

She does not speak,

She does not stir,


 

she simply smiles, reaches up

and with this all my breath 

 

(What of it?)

 

stolen.

 

(She knows.)

 

Am I able, after all these

teary, tip-toed, eggshell years,

to say that I am grateful for it?



 

There is no need.



 

And so I sit.

And we are grateful for it.





 

-Ashley Marie Robillard

 


Submitted: October 26, 2020

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