Selective Amnesia

For better, or for verse

[I was so severely bereft of inspiration, I asked Chenthil to help. He asked me to try verse. I am. In the meanwhile, you have this.]

Glee,
oh glee!
I found me
a beach, empty.

On the beach,
just out of reach
two little rafts, bleach
as the sun pours. Gulls screech.

I stay, sit, stretch.
the sands, my hands sketch
faces unknown, figures out of fetch

Ebbin’ and risin’
the rafts go fishin’.
The waves it be ridin’
wash my feet where I’m lazin’.