Fred Chandler’s poem Demulcent appeared here in December 2012.
The Lure
By Fred Chandler
On the wet beach
in front of me
A grey bird walked
on the sand
Leaving its foot
prints behind
Then the grey bird
walked into the
last remnant of
a wave
The bubbling of
foam
Which covered over
the bird’s tracks
Then it just flew off
staying very low to
the ocean water
Where it would
disappear into
a dark diaphanous
horizon
That was when I lost
sight of everything
in front of me
A grey bird walked
on the sand
Leaving its foot
prints behind
Then the grey bird
walked into the
last remnant of
a wave
The bubbling of
foam
Which covered over
the bird’s tracks
Then it just flew off
staying very low to
the ocean water
Where it would
disappear into
a dark diaphanous
horizon
That was when I lost
sight of everything
