spilling Sun.

The spilling Sun

dropped its hot

peelings in the sea
splashing sighs

up into iridescent

stinging like burnt

and I stood

on the tired ridge

hovering over

venturing to read

all the roads

in the the sky’s

fading palm.
And the night

kneeled down

on the sand.













Photo: Doreen Dee


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