Hello Harbour, My Old Muse
Th’wind o’er th’water.
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Relatively cold, this breezesome morning – bracing.
A live reading of “At The Entrance Of The Afternoon” & “A List Of Things I Noticed At The Harbour”.
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.
The girl knelt and stared at the grains, all gathered, of the hot, compacted sand, lowering her right hand slowly t’ward its canvas-surface.
Sunrise, then, o’er the city of the sceptre; dawn about the fort upon the chasm.
Upon the breeze, life’s sounds did sail; the people pottered past.
“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?!