In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
— by e.e. cummings, from “IX- Impressions”
“In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems. Dawn will write a new one soon,” she said that night as we walked, arm in arm, our necks craned, looking up, bare feet scuffling the uneven gravel path that silenced to sand. Beach grass wind-sighed yet was drowned in the roar of stampeding waves pawing at the shore.
“We’ll jump on our sky ponies’ backs and lasso them,” I said while spinning around to face her, pulling her into my arms. We embraced as if it were the last time. And it was.
The next morning, I found her clothes folded neatly on the driftwood log where the grass ended and the beach opened like a runway to heaven.
She’d decided to join her sargasso-haired sisters in the muffled swoon of the deep, crab-bait-to-be, with octopi soon slithering through her ribcage.
images taken at Lake Michigan beach in July 2013
Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host for dVerse’ Monday Prosery. Linda says:
Write a story of 144 words or less (not including the title). The story must have a beginning and an end, and should not be poetry. Sounds easy enough right? Here’s the twist: You must use the poetry line I have given you within your story. You may alter the punctuation, but you must use the line in its entirety without inserting any other words.