Shudder

Among the blooming jasmine you have no shadow, but breath, which pulses. The dusk is meek— the dream of a child fallen asleep by his dad (after a long story) the sound of arriving summer in a winding seashell. Hug your knees and you will hear: “The life given to us we lived for different reasons …” And the sea stayed in circles. Sank in between the matte stars (in the marble). We’re left with a long road toward hope. Shudder— beyond.