In Another Time
Yachts
newly returned to use
after their winter sojourn
line up in the sand
paying homage to the Mecca of storms
A seagull
hanging on an angel’s breath
sees further than us all
dives like a fallen angel
in search of worldly pleasures
There’s a half moon still in the sky
pale as a cloud
almost transparent
trapped somewhere between the two worlds
of night and day
Long shadows on the beach
creep like sharp fingers across the cold sand
Spring feels like winter
or winter feels like spring
on this new morning
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