saw a poem float by just beneath the surface

It looked like you, running
after it along the bank I
called to it
just as it swirled into
a small eddy and sank

A shrike called from
the far shore
as a fragment of
pebble lodged
between my left sandal
and heel driving its
dull bladed beak
into my spleen

© Jilly 2016
Day 17 of 28 Days of Unreason