Fire & Stones
Issue 32
Beach Plastic pallor pouring sticky Out and out across the day, My thoughts move alone and listless, Boats unmooring at the quay. Summer heat is growing longer Ripples waving to the sky, Flags are flapping over windows Earth turns onward, toward July. Inner-tubes and children’s laughter Diving, splashing, silver light, Sun to wave to sand to seabed Seagulls straining into flight. Now again I’m floating, drifting Lost within the water sound, Far beneath, my mind is sinking Tangling under ’til I’ve drowned. —Bette Vajda ‘19
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Underwater —Andrew Knops ‘20
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