The waves the waves the waves the waves
crash against the shore
splash our feet as sand tickles our toes
rooted as we are to this spot.
The waves the waves the waves the waves
can’t free my gaze from the expanse
this seemingly infinite body before us.
My hand finds yours, fingers intertwined,
with you, I could stay here forever,
endlessly standing at the edge of the world.
McKenzie Richardson lives in Milwaukee, WI. Recently, her work has been featured in various anthologies through Black Hare Press, Iron Faerie Publishing, Dragon Soul Press, and Eerie River Publishing. She has also published a middle-grade novel, Heartstrings, as well as poetry collaboration with Casey Renee Kiser, 433 Lighted Way.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mckenzielrichardson/
Blog: http://www.craft-cycle.com
Selected by the editor as a featured submission, December 2020
She’s caught that feeling exactly right 🙂
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I agree. It’s so beautifully written 🙂
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🙂
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