Saturday, 11 April 2020

shade breathing dust at noon

Pelicans seesaw then dive in a row
stabbing daggers into salt
water in the wind

i am the line not yet drawn
a whole awaiting division

clouds form faces against the sky
watching the sun
swallowed by the sea

i am permanence for that 
which is changing

seagulls flutter and cry
across the new horizon
some light left behind
a burning memory 

i cry in colored sunsets
waiting for coffee
to open my 
eyes

i am a shade breathing
dust at noon

taken and remixed from the black cover 
journal of katya mills '96
i was 23 years old

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