everything is grey

but above blends blue bleeds white clouds of sponge
yearning for silver folded into sky
and by the rolling hills of dull-soot fly
seagulls skimming the edge of waves. they plunge
and crease into self as fires expunge
the past. white lines snaking between blue dye.
wind leads and rain trails bare feet dashing by--
visitor disturbs hypnotic rhythm.

in darkness the boy’s lashes flutter closed
and he reaches for the ball sailing through
air, coasting past stretched fingertips and cease
the shivering of palm tree leaves, exposed.
waves coil towards land, slow to a black hue
and I melt into silence, but not peace.

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