I lied:
I'm never done with you
Never finished,
Never lost,
Never not yours
Did I lie,
Or tell the truth,
A truth beyond my comprehension?
Because
We've changed
Come to me, you wild beast,
You whirling storm of beauty
Battered, scarred, bruised and teased
You grew beyond majesty
Wide, cold skies weep for you
In pain, relief and sorrow
Rage rumbles,
Blue sand underfoot
Chilled children’s drinks drain away
Boiling crabs blush bright red
Quarter Crazy Marathon
Quarter 3 - 2020
Prompt 4 - 12pm EST
Prompt #4: Write a poem about blue sand and
There were so many moments shared with you
Long walks through Montreal, Toronto, too
Night drives on cobbled streets in Buffalo
And never, then, did others know of you
I shirk to show