Poem: Morning/Afternoon

Patchy beachfront beside lapping waters, carrying echoes from the city streets, curbed edges where plants and people meet, distance dwindles these spires and towers. Our movement like clouds, we loom and then break, graceful messengers from another time, places similar but twisted in slant rhyme, scenes spliced together in two separate takes. Last weekend, myContinue reading “Poem: Morning/Afternoon”