S4

And you fit so nicely,
With twin iambs for feet
To step on sand softly
and to keep so neat.


No wood to step or splint,
or stick between small toes.
Lone bits of the earth in
the pockets of our clothes.


This poem was originally posted on the 3rd of April. The first stanza is kept in its original form, the second is brand new and replaced the old second stanza which I have destroyed, the final stanza was modified and combined with the closing rhymed couplet. I prefer the new version.


And so the third stanza was destroyed.