Before sunrise breaks
early bare branches wash
my thoughts on this last
late cool night talons painted
black scratch blue sky
the fabric splits
dark hues pool
a mess of wound
sky after sky after sky
next to me your arms
paddle foolish
billow in panic
slip on liquid
but you are not
this mess you are
an ocean looking
looking looking
undulating waves
heaving masses
flashing off the round
edge of the earth
(Birdy Magazine, July Issue, 2025)
