SOFTLY ABOVE

the last clouds of day
are rooms over
the ocean,
curtains of moisture
reabsorbed,
exposing a
a carpet of stars,
glistening sweetness
nourished by angels
as we trespass
beneath heaven

WET

rainy city
gray on gray
black streets
clouds pressed low
shoulders in the mist
each puddle
a fluid fingerprint
reflecting
jagged photos
of windowed people
and overbearing
buildings

PERFECT DAY

your footprints
in sand
a path
a beginning
as waves turn
over the ankles
touched by
blue green
fluid diamonds
blessing the
presence of
merging spirits
threaded within
the circles
walked into

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