Saturday 20 August 2022

Swimming in the Dark

The flock flew up - We saw them then:
Thousand stars every direction.
We were below - Out in the dark.
Ancient rises beyond the beach
Appeared to move in time with each 
[wave].
Even at distance they were cold.
Bright lights swam up from the seabed 
And we both were carried away.
This quiet - Beneath endless sky.
We floated there
And talked.

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