There are no little rescues
by Linda King
[ poetry - september 07 ]
it's an ungraspable memory that lives in the sea
one that erases itself in the sand
at the furthest edge
storm and calm together
there are no little rescues
everything disappears when it's underneath
like a lover waving from a train
like the unseen child that sings behind the wall
like all small catastrophes
your hand will be last to slip under
