Seabirds circling the lamppost,
feathers rustling softly
in the radiant celestial heat
their distant calls
convince me
for a moment
that the sea is there, too,
a gentle tumult
just outside my window.
In my dreams
the tides are stirring
the waxing moon,
and the birds
circle closer
and closer
and the waters
lap and ebb
around the lamppost of the moon
2 comments:
yes. A gentle tumult. Yes. I can almost smell the salt!
Mmmm, yes, the scent of sea salt water clinging to your clothes.
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