Fishes slide between my toes,
dragging a flood along with them.
We burn in the morning
and drown in the afternoon.
Typical Vietnam weather, so they say.
The gray in between comes fast,
a series of escape,
us from the ocean, to the shore, to the straw hut,
the rain from the clouds, finding all the cracks
on our roof, falling with purpose,
finding the sand if they can,
our skin for the unlucky ones.
Flashes of lightning pierce
the dark horizon, the heavy air
You say, “It's so pretty.”
Pretty.
Suddenly,
I couldn't remember what the sun looked like.
Author notes
I'm torn about the tense in the last line. It just didn't feel right for it to be in present tense. I want it to be a lost moment, can't be repeated... But I don't know if it works...
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I see the emotions of a fun day of days gone and memories that will be nice to remember...thank you for this entry
good uck
L
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