A Picture of Time
Observe
the children running
towards the water
trailing their long shadows,
the gold crinkled tops of waves,
hesitating, then breaking into foam,
the blessings of last light
on her face, the sun easing
into a simmering sea, bloated,
slowly devouring itself
to death.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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