Sunday Sentence: Pacific Walkers by Nance Van Winckel

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.

          The women laugh
          the water's laugh, forgetting me
          each time the fox steps down
          and sips at the ripples
          with his fine red mouth.

From "When the River Comes Toward Me" in Pacific Walkers
by Nance Van Winckel