the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
The Ocean as Big as Sky
we paddle, my lover & I,
small in kayaks through kissing waves--
the sea, a god blue & aching.
We paddle, my lover & I.
Shoreline spruce stand sharp like arrows.
The sea, a god blue & aching, sighs as
we bitterly quarrel on the swells.
Shoreline spruce stand sharp like arrows,
arguments of betrayals & affairs.
We bitterly quarrel on the swells
as raucous seagulls soar over.
Arguments of betrayals & affairs,
cold breath mirrors elemental ocean.
Raucous seagulls soar over, as this
was the last we'd be together, us two.
Cold breath mirrors elemental ocean,
we are small in kayaks through kissing waves.
This is the last we’d be together, us two,
on the ocean, cradled soft by the sky.
Lynn Finger’s poetry has appeared in Night Music Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Daily Drunk, 8Poems, Perhappened, and is forthcoming in Drunk Monkeys. Lynn is an editor at Harpy Hybrid Review and works with a group that mentors writers in prison. Follow Lynn on Twitter @sweetfirefly2.