Poetry

A Wave

23 March 2015

A shell lies waiting
beaming in a ray of light
(my hand)
 
We lie in a hot room
smiling around the curl
of the shell
 
Bright blue, a day away
and a dream
falling
 
In the thick of the last night
I sang to the shell
the melody ran in a wink
 
Trailed off into the heaving sea
there’s no more
and I’m on a plane
 
And suddenly what I had is gone
disappeared
(a wave)

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