D.A. Donaldson

Water’s Edge

Civility suffocates
the water’s edge
where we once ran laughing
at the shallow fish,
now mesmerized by tattered skeletons
of crayfish armor,
floating like a funeral.

D.A. Donaldson maintains a flash-fiction blog whilst laboring as a clerk in a public library.

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