Edited by Richie Cuthbertson, Thursday, 30 Sep 2021, 23:05
Melancholic seagull shanty, sounds across the bay the ancient sky fragile smokey blue membrane between life and space, I listen through open window and humid air, no breeze, no chill, not a wave on the sea, as blackbird sings, and pigeon wings flutter the crunkly pebbled sound of a car approaches my relative position in time and space.
Good friday
Melancholic seagull shanty,
sounds across the bay
the ancient sky
fragile
smokey blue membrane between life and space,
I listen through open window and humid air,
no breeze, no chill, not a wave on the sea,
as blackbird sings, and pigeon wings flutter
the crunkly pebbled sound of a car approaches
my relative position in time and space.