Pier

sandals stomp
over scattered skittles
& seagulls encircle us

the gathered tides
implore us to
pick a color

within these waves
reflecting
a million skies

parachutes will glide
us downward
to the sand

and blue rises
so slow
we never fully meet

James Croal Jackson’s poems have appeared in magazines including The Bitter Oleander, Lines+Stars, and Rust+Moth. He is the winner of the 2016 William Redding Memorial Poetry Contest via The Poetry Forum. He lives in Columbus, Ohio. Visit him at https://jimjakk.com.

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