Magnus Grace

Let me float

In a sea of poetry,

Words weaving my hair,

Verses like seawater

Trickling into my heart

And lapping against the shores

Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,

nestle between each grain and wait

for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how

the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things

i toured six different colleges over the past week

& i didn't care about the clubs

it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.

then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.

tantalizing.

then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.

Springtime has arrived,

cherry blossoms bloom wildly,

trees are green again.

I remember 
the first time I saw it, 
the sun beating down on my face. 
The other kids laughing and playing to their heart's content 
brings a smile to my face