a vibrant blue sky
white gulls crying
slowly awaken
naked in
an empty end-
less parking lot
walk past a gray
failed mall onto
a rarely traveled
dirt road at seaside
an old man sitting
perfectly still
in the fading
overcast sun
his wife leads me
to a boat and says
go with the current
it will take you there
the slowly roiling
water gray green
bruise-blue the
sun setting like
a bloodshot
eye closing
I sail into an
unknowable night
as the moon hides
its glowing face
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2025 02:34
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Comments1
Here short lines give a choppy feel as if small waves battering against a pier and the battered wording of bruised and bloodied give the feel of someone that is battle worn and weary. Nicely written
thank you
You are most welcome
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