Saltwater
What if you close your eyes
and your throat relinquishes
the morning’s bright
fingers, freed from bruises.
Suppose that particular night
never happened, the way
a wave crashing ashore
empties itself and trickles
back in separate communities,
mingling yet aloof, a
diminishing cortege. What
is the question? Take this
spoon. Fill it with saltwater.
Upend it into the pail. Observe.
“Saltwater” was first published in Nine Muses Poetry in May 2018.
O at the Edges 
excellent
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Thank you, Beth!
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Your poems are magnificently amazing. Sometimes I do audios on them and hearing the words brings out an entirely different feeling…just pure awe….
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You are very kind. I’m so pleased that they resonate with you. Thanks very much!
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You always make me ponder. Thank you . . .
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Thank you. That is all I can hope for!
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