a few lines on a sandscape
You said he walked into the sea with a
bottle of red. I said the beach is pleasant plenty for drinking. You
said it is serious. I told you not to lie in the shade. You took my
hand in yours and said; don't be afraid.
Plane clothes scrutiny pleased to seize
non subscribers to possession I am in a fit.
Another dusk down at the beach. Fishers
and men. Shadows cast before crimson skies and reflections in silent
waters. If only this calm could wash me. I pull my line in.