It's the red amidst
the overpowering waves
of blue that catches
my attention.
One of my classmates
balls up the
worksheet we
are supposed
to be working on,
something
about conservation,
and smirks as it
bounces off the glass
and startles you.
"They almost make
you want to take
a dip, huh, Sawyer?"
I nod,
only half listening
as you resettle
into a corner.
I'm not about to voice
the fact that
I can't
swim.
YOU ARE READING
Out of the Blue
PoetryOur love could only be described as a flash of lightning dancing on the ripples of the ocean with the two of us beneath it, sharing our breath, both beautiful and frightening. Novel in verse. Work in progress. Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m.w. 20...
