The Red Sea

I can still see you
beneath those
tough grass roots
you wear as fur.

I can still feel you
in the tug of waves
pulling the wreckage
from the shore.

I cannot touch you,
no, you’ve burned
the loose ends out
of focus,

like wicks
lost in the wax of
the Red Sea.

– B.

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