photo by Fletcher Chancey
I see you, its sudden
Going to work in a frosted car.
…You look salty, it is morning.
if I touch your line, will you vanish and dissolve into heaven
Like sugar in served tea.
So finally you’re sweet.
Your earthy feet that shed time and space
are the same color as my eyes…
For a moment the air embraces your blue,
So you turn pink in shame,
Such an astonishing, beautiful shame…
And I think you’re young but
if I count your wrinkles
I’ll know that you smile at us
from too far…