to sea
fiction
edward w Pritchard
Twice times tumbled,
backward,
rotating as I fell,
from broken cliffs of shores place placid
into teary waves and salty brine
of seas future.
Falling and smacking, surfaced on frigid churned waters,
sea birds soar, plunged in shouting waves
squawking "courage".
Stinging eyes open
Search dim sky.
Exhausted arms, finished shoulders
drag toward unseen refuge,
distant hollow islands, forgotten.
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