the morning sun does not rise
back between the marshes on the bay
where colors remain dividing lines of gravity
where the horizon never seems at hand
on land, at a distance,
i can clearly see your vision
features all your own
the blue of your eyes, the curve of your brow
but it's july and we are at a distance.
nothing unsurmountable
not of lengths saved for olympians
but i fear the phenomenon of a mirage
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
the morning sun does not rise
back between the marshes on the bay
where colors remain dividing lines of gravity
where the horizon never seems at hand
on land, at a distance,
i can clearly see your vision
features all your own
the blue of your eyes, the curve of your brow
but it's july and we are at a distance.
nothing unsurmountable
not of lengths saved for olympians
but i fear the phenomenon of a mirage
