Like the curve of a petal you turn

A brief contemporary poem from E.B. Johnson.

Photo by Michel Paz on Unsplash

and flatten me; disappeared and disremembered
gone before the cherry waves could carry me out
to sea

we float along. a little less lonely than the last
summer when we knew nothing would fade;

out past the final turn, and we’re washed out in
the rush — and when we’re done she dries us out
and makes us

fold together. how much longer…