GREAT WHITE [NOIR POETRY 365]

 

GREAT WHITE

Let us not be two sharks 

circling each other’s waters, 

sensing blood on the page, 

the dark whirlpool within 

demanding a drowning 

we never truly wanted. 

Go back. 

Go home. 

Drench your fingertips in sunlight. 

Avoid combing the sands 

for that one broken shell; 

your own whispering ghost. 

Ignore any fin-like sails 

against the sunset. 

It is not a sign. 

Or a siren calling. 

Just another great white 

on its way to nowhere.

. . .