MAKING THE ROUNDS AGAIN
Ghostly white clouds drift across a blue sky. I sit where the water tickles my feet, scooping up wet sand to let it ooze between my fingers.
It’s been two weeks since he said it wasn’t going to work. I was certain this time he was the one.
another receding wave—
of a jellyfish
Published in Haibun Today, 2017, Volume 11:1