Say the colour

blue,
it’s a compass

to my eyes
when they wash

up on the shore
after a long drift

chasing thoughts
and sunken

dreams
over away

into the ocean’s

veins.
Say that shy

hue
of blue,
it’s abyss

to my eyes
as they seep

into the evening
—the sky’s

sand,
like sugar

in coffee
—black.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee