Tag: Steve Gerson

breathing underwater . . . a vet returns to Norfolk

from the overlook                     wind flowers

                  the tufted marsh reeds

reefed by crab dunes              as undertows weep

                                  the shoreline

into uncertainty

                salt scouring illusion

low clouds turn gray                 fraught with green mist

                  caught in an upswell

                                    from heavy surf

and the rumble                             of distant lightening

surges like pulse

                  in deepening                             seabed churn

breath underwater bursts         sand bleeds blistering

NOVUS Literary and Arts Journal
Lebanon, TN