they brought in the boat
looked out, sad yet watchful
waves lapped their feet prising sand away from under their heels.
dunes on dunes
crest topped with foam
they carried a witness amongst them
wouldn't speak, wouldn't cry
wouldn't turn back...
a shadow registers
gulls passing convict imaginations
eyes rinsed with brine
eyes raised with brine
to search once more the fluid horizon of hope...
1 comment:
amazing visual..
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