she wonders why i choose poetryA Poem by Dennis A. Clarkbut who with words like stones can explain those strange reflections, layered ghosts on glass, of some run-down desert motel we pass, its neon sign sputtering against the flitting of locusts rising before a sun set by now miles from here, replaced with the new moon and two strangers who, walking barefoot down the beach, reach for each other and grab tight, forgetting, as high tide masks their traces, the questions they've been longing to ask? For the "Short Poetry Contest." © 2013 Dennis A. ClarkFeatured Review
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