triangles in her eyes
the sails in this watercolor look
like albino shark fins
she said while stretching her
neck to one side
the whitecaps are amazing
she went on to say
they’re perfect equilaterals
one rolling into the next
below the prismatic horizon
she stared at the painting
for another minute
dabbing at her eyes before
reaching out for my hand
what’s the matter I asked her
I’m bored to death she said
we’ve got to get out of this place
january two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Nice
Thank you, Morgan.
I like your style of simplicity and leaving out punctuation so the words have no cushioning and have to fall one after the other, cold and raw on the ear. This poem speaks to me as a shark enthusiast as well!
Glad you enjoyed this one. Thanks so much for visiting my blog and commenting on this piece.
I love the ending on this
thank you so much!