Shimmershine
“More to see! The child who eats the twisting treat; the gull who rides the unseen surf.”
“More to see! The child who eats the twisting treat; the gull who rides the unseen surf.”
Breeze breaks in laughter loosed; kuhllainkkinkcnk sothairyugoe! hahihihihihuh hyeh-uh?!
The dog’s bark ricochets in waves that break ‘gainst seagull’s calling.
With pub fire calling, its warmth tempting all in, Molly, through the rain she yet led.
In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
A finely crafted lot of letters nailed into its door, the room, so full in retrospect, slept – spacious; silent.