Thursday, September 5, 2019


Someone watches me from the water.
A head bobs in the shallow waves.
Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
A man rises from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
The yellow spots must have been
a reflection from the sun.
I’m shot.
He shot me with a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling.
Will I wake to find
it had been a bad dream?
I hope so.

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