Bargaining in the Bahamas
Mama grabbed the trinket from her little girl’s hand
dressed in bright fuschia, cornrow braids framing
her small brown face.
Stern dark eyes bore him down shouting, Not enough!
The child confused , watched his sandals sift through sand
slinking away full of chagrin.
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the slippery thrill of the hunt! nice work here.
love the sound of “sandals sift through sand / slinking”
You’ve caught this moment in images, sounds and textures. Very nice, Linda!
Love the title. Concise images. Very suggestive.
I love how you kept this poem so spare. It really brings the moment into focus.