Issue 4:
Earth
Tiffany Christian
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To Julie, Matt, and Larry
The sand wept under my hightops.
Pools of tears collected between the fine grains,
sloshing against ambiguous earth.
We propped ourselves up
against each other,
defying the sobbing sand,
and debated the value of ocean versus desert,
wet versus dry.
They wiggled their fingers through the misty morning,
slapping at flying tears with rapid gestures,
and expounded on the virtues
of hard, cracked earth,
yellow, rounded hills,
burning cities.
What is the ocean, they said,
but an open boat,
drifting,
bad poetry waiting to happen?
I wandered over the wide water,
a tear drifting
under the skin of my eye.
There it refracted the blue light of the overhanging sky
and smashed it
against a grieving sea.
I watched the ocean in silence.
I had nothing to say.
~Tiffany Christian
Her publication credits include The Horsethief's Journal, Pacific Review and her website, Tiffany's Foyer. Email.
© 1999 by Tiffany Christian. All Rights Reserved.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.