Poem — Adrienne Jansen

The Sea Horse

It was transparently still in the water
just the kick of a stone from your foot.
You said, “I’ve never seen a sea horse live before.”
But it was hardly alive. It was clear glass,
bones in a cold sea, passionless.

You curled your warm fingers
away from mine. They were lying too close,
just the thinness of skin away.
I felt the cool still air come in between.

Then the sea horse drifted away,
dissolving, with not even a crack
in the clear curve of the water.
And you stood up, kicked a stone
and went back to the car.

 

Adrienne Jansen

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