The sky is gray,
And the clouds are low.
The winds are chilly,
And traffic is slow.
I'm still kicking,
But my heart beat, I no longer know.
I'm missing the sea,
I'm missing home.
I want to see,
The salty waves as I roam.
My love is buried in the sand,
Too bad.
Guess I'm leaving off this morning,
Feeling sad.

eased into the day-suit
legs swinging for feet to take the strain

-you breathe your day-breath
and go at it one more time.

a day creeps into unwelcome eyes
-with stealth and promises
-winkled out of the night

~
Sun drips
on leaves

not the backyard variety
but the trembling kind

the kind
that weld night-time
intermissions to
the roof of the mouth

sonnet-filled
evaporation
reveals
the timely concealment of
a very, weary
inanimate object
at the brink

just enough hip
to be woman

just enough wild
to be frontier
~

Now,
This moment,
Que sera sera,
The next moments are not to be seen.
18/12/2024

one star in the East
peeking through cloud

so many miles away
-a love like no other.