The setting sun;the open sea
I went
in-and-out, the sun and i fight cottonlonging / i realize you left for yoursmall tasks / to spend time withthe sun / where there’s…
We exist in the in-between, neither together, nor apart.
There is a movement back and forth and that is us.
I like the light changing moments, each morning and afternoon. The minutes where the colours mix and…
Sit with me.
Let our legs dangle over the old dock’s edge,
whose beaten boards, have housed the first kisses of passing lovers.
The old oaks sit still across the way, and the crickets begin
In the cosmic plan
the great ordering of elements