Flying Fish

Ground is shifting
below my feet
solid mass
swirling,
dissolving
into gritty
eddies of sand.

Would be a desert
storm if I were not
standing at
water’s edge;
nothing for it
but to leap
take a risk
and fly.

(Interest from pinterest.com)

 

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