when we were young


1. when we were young

the sun breaks,
a burning window
hung against the sky,
arcing image haunted
by the ocean, rhythmic
motion, the movement
of millennia drawing
back its gloss
upon the scarp and
scrag of covered world


a tender time
polished white and brown,
dripping, shining, broken
loose, thinly stretched
in gauzy sheets
beneath the tiny
indents of our feet

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