Weston St James





Shush shush

of wave climb


high tide

breaks tree line


sun casts a

silver stairway


to the sky.


I’m tied down

bound in earth’s




her lover’s touch:

rain on my skin


black night when

dreams haunt me.


Boats bob

& reform


nose to



straining on their

anchor chains.


Sunset lingers,

an hour, a minute,


another second



blue orb of earth

turns upon itself


& we all go

spinning onwards.



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