Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 20 . . .
 

To Love Like That

     by Lucie M. Winborne



At the shore

two birds were locked

in love


or mortal combat


When the child between my knees


demanded why they danced


As if she knew the current

carrying them


was not the wind from which

she sheltered,


And I saw for a moment

the unspent span that lay

before her


like the sand our toes

had not yet touched


Until a wave, breaking,

heaved up a shell


which I held to her ear, saying

“Listen”:


For she might as well have asked me

why the sea is salt


as to define a force

like the tide that hurled

this empty life-house to her feet,


pink and broken,


its owner long eaten

or simply outgrown


like the self she will shed

when the swell overtakes her —


God willing she should love like that.










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Lucie M. Winborne works as an administrative assistant with the engineering firm of CH2M HILL in central Florida. Occasionally she writes.


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© 2011 Lucie M. Winborne