TSM 149

As she bent to answer 
the conch telephone –
 
hold it to her ear and take a call
from the bottom of the sea –
 
my wife found a sandal
washed ashore.
 
Green with algae and 
black with mold, 
 
the uppers were split, 
its sole flapping.
 
Some sturdy glue
holds together what remains,
 
stitching no shipwreck
could undo.
 
It is the color of broccoli, charred 
with oil, cracked pepper, and sea salt
 
that I learned to cook
in sheet pans this year.
 
A flapping soul –
how could it be otherwise?
 
Were we always these gulls
returning to land? 

The Sunday Muse

14 thoughts on “TSM 149

  1. I like your conch tale in verse. Flapping soles? I had three pair of shoes develope flapping soles. Some were repairable with tough glue but other places flapped faster that I was fixing them. I only had sandals or a pair of slippers to wear. Finally I found one new pair that I liked and I wear it as all purpose. But still now that spring is here mostly I’ve gone back to sandals.
    Oh yes, I was glad the connection made, of sorts.
    ..

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  2. Randall, you identify as a gull? I never would have guessed.

    No, you can’t have my sandwich; go away!

    “the conch telephone – / hold it to hear ear and take a call / from the bottom of the sea” Yep, that’s good. Time to order a pizza and crack open a Chianti.

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  3. Oh the grilled green of broccoli and such…It has appeared often in our world.” It is the color of broccoli, charred with oil, cracked pepper, and sea salt” love that description of a shoe

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