Longing for blue
for the swell of
waves at noon
wind changing
light flaking
on their crests
Lunch at a glass table
over hot flagstones
flesh still warming
we rode ice sharp water
round the whirlpool’s
seaweed walls
Wine in the blood
languid tune in my bones
we sit shoulders touching
shaded corners
of a sea green room
calling
Audio: Read by the author.
February 20, 2017 at 5:16 pm
Come on summer!
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March 12, 2017 at 3:59 pm
Ah yes, and we are less than 48 hours away from a major snow storm. Timing!
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