Sunday, 7 August 2016

Some Are, Some aren't 6.



If this place moved, it would.

Today it would be parked on the beach and the wind I hear, in leaf and branch, would be wave on salty sand.

If I close my eyes, it is.

We stop in mountain village and buy bread, cheese and melon.

We drive to the olive grove from where we can see distant seas.

Here we eat the melon.

We will make love.


Tonight we will swim amongst the floating stars.

a/b (in a sa/sa) 110

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