Swimming

 

 

Tide beckons

before & after

 

you call me

‘Angel’

 

I soar:

 

Here sky

melts

 

horizon

 

we swim in

translucence;

 

no beginning

or end

 

palms swish

shuffle

 

I feel you

in the breeze

 

 

frond stroking

frond blend

 

into

 

drenched dreams

rain rattle roof

 

wild monkeys

walk the fence

 

nonchalant,

agape,

 

at our

foolishness.

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