At least, it didn’t cover any words!
Rings, tears, ‘n speeches…
Those in queue talk movies.
A moment clear.
I’ve not been here in fucking ages!
A live reading of “At The Entrance Of The Afternoon” & “A List Of Things I Noticed At The Harbour”.
That’ll be distracting.
In one ear ‘n out the other.
A blaze-blue spirit, wonder-rapt.
Small pilot boats ‘n ridden rafts threw cheers toward the hull, their voices smashing gladly ‘gainst the iron.
A gull alit, a-lightly, on a length of timber as the timbre of its undulating call caused crashing waves of echoed sound to bridge the Avon. It preened at its grey-tinged feathers before pacing the abutment’s edge.
The shimmershine of sweat shed through their painted, perfumed canvas caught the glist’ning glare of Horus ‘fore it soaked the linen veil that cloaked the contour-lines that led below their naveled peaks ‘n met between their thighs.
Heat radiates from fires; heat bleeds from th’radiator.
Two grids, lain down ‘pon each surface, their calculated squares collecting up, in tessellated time, their timeless, abstract forms.