By: Suzanne Grenoble
Sea surge sluicing
Salt Citrus
Over the tongue
Pale seeds
Like transparent pebbles,
Slipslide longways,
Settling in sea algae–
Cool dark underworld green down.
Upsideways,
Yellow-bright sun pinwheels on high,
Over our celadon haven for nests.
Story Tags: contest entry || Lemon || poem || poetry || Suzanne Grenoble
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