April 23, 2008

A Trip to the Shore

A Trip to the Shore

The damp sand was packed so snugly
In his small toy beach pail,
So that when he swung it around,
The handle clipped by
A centimeter of weak plastic,
Snapped and bee-line bulleted
Straight into my left shoulder
Shattering the joint -
A brick through a window pane.

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