Two Poems
Jellyfish
I think this one is dead.
He waves around the jellyfish like a flag,
a hole punched through it by the stick
he carries it on.
a hole punched through it by the stick
he carries it on.
I follow him to the small sandbar
apparent in the low tide,
which is covered by the limp bodies
of jellyfish.
apparent in the low tide,
which is covered by the limp bodies
of jellyfish.
