fire island

Down on the beach
an orange umbrella is torn.
A hand rests on the hot sand.

Nearby a scorpion waits,
hook tail quivering.
Pale poison glints like
syrup on a pin.

Shivering in the saw grass
your eyes are captivated
waiting for the sting.

~ Craig Shaffer

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