in which you never see the thing
in which the thing is a shark
or a shadow of a shark
a shadow of its former self
ocean floors have a way of concealing
as if it’s all so much light and shadow
to say nothing of fins
to say nothing of
teeth
Using one of today’s prompts from Robert Brewer’s PAD Challenge. If it’s Tuesday p.m., check out Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Nice! Kinda creepy! I like it! 🙂
Thanks, Katie!
I love the aslant insinuation of this poem…
Very belated thanks, Marina!
Frisson, via Concealed. Loved this!
What a nice comment, and I am so late to say thank you. I appreciate this great compliment and have made a pre-New Year’s resolution not to post n’ bolt anymore.