Ray Sharp’s most recent poem to appear here was To the One That Got Away (February 2012).
Mayflies
By Ray Sharp
We were skinny dipping,
toes squishing in cool mud,
in a quiet, shady pool
on the bend of a desert creek.
You told me that mayflies
live but one day as adults,
too busy mating to eat,
so they have no use for mouths.
I sank to my nose and gazed
along the water’s opaque surface,
contemplating the possibilities.
I still learn something new every day.
I need more than a day and a mouth. 🙂
i love this one, Ray. the last verse floored me.