Playing on the Rocks

By Rachelle Miller

I cannot tell you how
With hair scented of lavender
And a mouth like the moon
That it came to be one night.

I cannot tell you how
In the refuge of the rocks
And the secrets of urchins
That a seed was planted and nurtured.

I cannot tell you how
When we left I was a hunter
With prey who laid willingly
Upon the placid dunes.

I cannot tell you how
The water slapped the rocks
Like the flap of a wing
From a canary escaping a fox.

I cannot tell you how
The night transformed us
Into two deer
With a wide eyes
And a hunger for salt.


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