Wednesday, November 15, 2017

strawberries and salt

rosy pink some
days are like bleeding lips, some
days like
grains of salt lodged between
the toes remind me of
sand, sea, spirit
run free. There is a
pinky hued edge to my memories
my hair still reeks of salty ocean my eyes
still drip with longing of
homelands, never mine to claim.

I keep
strawberries and salt
close at hand, close
to my heart
the strawberries remind me of home
the salt reminds me of me