Spring breeze shakes lose
Ash seed. I spiral into
their dance of disconnection.
Sheets hung on a thin line,
billow in the wind. A white
cloth waves from the pine,
like a flag of surrender.
I think of you Judah – a
Pale presence behind me.
Your eyes like riverbeds,
filled with secrets – with
the coming and going of shadows.
Intriguingly mysterious (as well as imagey and sensuous as I said before) . Best wishes, Gina.
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Masterfully communicated apprehension. Something is going to happen, though maybe not just yet. It's suspended... Excellent write, Julia