Can’t get enough whine….

Build it of brick
Sturdy, unwavering
Build it of brick
Weather the storm, licked by the sun
Build it of brick
A hundred years shall pass, sand will sting your eyes
It was built of brick


Water drops in a bucket
Filling with each resounding ting
Safety tossed to the side as the full line is met
That moment, split second
The fullest anything could ever be
Breath held        one more drop
One ting
One ripple
Water on my toes, too late to fill again
Breath held

©  2018

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