Chest Thumping

To he who took my daughter.

Chest Thumping

Heart aching, lifts the mind
and all focusing
on the sands of life
is a beach, heart aching—

The stingray so pretty
until touched, then
paralyzed we weep
on the sand ‘til a pond

of tears leaves the heart
aching, lifts the mind
and all focusing on the
stingray, numbly missing

the seashell so pretty
as a pearl, it could be
a pearl, it must be a pearl.
It must be—

heart aching.