Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Poetry

Change       

 Water rushes toward the shore thudding like a bass on contact. The wave wants to replace the crackling sound of the fire pit with a new hiss; to join with the heat, encompass it, and make it succumb. Together, they will make steam; two elements vanquished instantaneously upon union. They hurt each other, and break each other down. The gaseous vapor that enriches the air cannot exist without this joint demise.

by SuniD