::walking away::

Teeth clenched hard against her thoughts
She stammered, sputtered, sighed and turned her back
"One. Two. Three," she counted in her native tongue
sand gravel baby
One. Two. Three.
Go climb a Tree
Make it stop maybe
The crying, always the crying
One. Two. Three.
Teeth clenched hard against her thoughts
sand gravel baby
The turtle withdrew its limbs in suspicion of the rain and slept.

i owe the creation of this poem to my 10 classmates who helped me through it, one line at a time. and, i thank you all for laughing. it was a fun ride, wasn't it?