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Reliousitectomy by Ken
Shiovitz Warm sunny
day. Moist salt air. The world
is stable. Foot digs
beneath hot sand to cool moisture. Other foot
covered in calm ocean. Balanced
astride intertidal zone Assessing
stability. Ocean eats
at rocky cliff. Shoreline
accretes back beaches. 'Better
come in deeper," Says one
waded up to neck, Toward
waist and ankle waders, Loud so I
can hear. "Or
you will burn," Says he,
forcing my glance to land. Sure
enough they were sunburnt, Especially
those high on the beach.
"Better come out of the water,” Cries a
reddened Terran to me, So shallow
waders could hear.
"Sharks are common out there." Sure
enough, I hear a scream, See fins,
froth, and blood. My
immersed foot moves slightly toward shore. Some neck
waders move to shoulder depth. “Ha, I
never get into water," Speaks a
high-beacher. Certainly
he is truthful. I can
smell him from here. Storm
clouds arise. I run from
the water to a shed. “I’m
staying," says neck wader, “Some
prestigious ancestors were fish.” He drowned
of course, perhaps happily. One Terran
ran to a mountaintop, He was
struck by lightening, Perhaps
also happily. |
