calling on the June...

photo by EJR ©

the face in the stromatolite

says to

old bottled rain

write me a cockle poem

ridge-woven and

shaded by sand

say

I leech for more

that you feel me

crawl and

beg

valve pouring

a language

disguised

as eyes

watching

the tides

counting

my salt

and scents

EJR ©