those mornings on the beach

By Kate LaDew

were like growing young one step at a time,

a little girl again

craning my neck for animals you saw in the clouds,

our feet sprinkled with salt and sand,

we never let the water cover our ankles

but I felt its cold

five years old in a blonde ponytail

your arms a barrier between me and dark, dark things,

couldn’t have felt safer if I tried

and everytime I think of way back when

I raise my eyes–

the horizon is a mirror, reflecting oceans,

and I still look for sharks in the sky

 

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Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a BA in Studio Art.

 


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