Friday, June 9, 2023

An Unfinished Thought by Keith Pearson

They sat on the rocks

Beneath the lighthouse

And traced their journey there

From the maps on

The back of their hands.

Later his broken fingers

Combed the sand from

The tangled mess of her hair

And he slept his head cradled

By the soft curve of her belly.


Keith Pearson lives in Southern New Hampshire and works in the math department at a local high school.