Image/ Mostafa Habibi
THIS WEEK'S Magpie Tales....thanks, Tess Kincaid.
QUICKSAND
Forever and a day you were right,
yet there you stand in quicksand
believing that the sucking sound
will lift you up to the second floor.
I hold the lifesaver,
a sweet candy
on the tip of my tongue,
bright red, a sugared cherry
the color of a heady summer's bloom.
I recall when you were
my redeemer,
knew the answers,
but you painted everything grey.
The years are an ocean,
lapping against the shore,
rising to flood your intentions.
It took so long for me
to gather my fragments
and shape them into a fortress.
You are
the medicine years,
a drug ground down
to swallow with water.
Now you sink
as a grain of sand,
part of the fate of hermit crabs.
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