Ten days beyond a city sunrise.
Upon the breeze, life’s sounds did sail; the people pottered past.
The searsome sun seethes heathaze.
“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?!
Clouds cling – fast.
Paddling swan in feathers.
The dog’s bark ricochets in waves that break ‘gainst seagull’s calling.
Day-drinker ponders; rises; leaves the poem.
The cranes cry to the cov’ring cloud.
People-watching; people, watching me.
Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.
A finely crafted lot of letters nailed into its door, the room, so full in retrospect, slept – spacious; silent.
The walls of mud-made brick that bind and shape the space they share start to compress – contracting in upon themselves; sharp shuddering.
The grain is mismatched ‘cross the breaks.