a face walk
I had heard of a cake walk
I had heard of a board walk
But I had never heard of a face walk
Today I saw one
Creeping across the sand
Where is she going? Someone asked.
How do you know she is a she? I replied.
We both watched her
She was crablike,
Her movements were slow
I walk like a face walk too, when I am on the beach
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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