W

Waiting for you on a Sunday afternoon
On my bench I remember the sun eroding your skin
Our land so far away

Sky

For her, the sky at night was velvet devoured by luminous moths.

 

 

 

 

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Behold

Behold the sunbirds,

 Mutters in her deathbed,  

After all 

What else is there to do, 

Now that even the shadows have departed?

Long

Long after they have gone

She kept dreaming

The colour of their hair

Under the meandering afternoon sky

100

                             One hundred steps from the house to the newsagent

One hundred steps from the house to the park

               One hundred steps from the house to the lights

                                                                       One hundred steps from the house to the pond

One hundred steps going nowhere

Star

She thinks about falling stars. She misses the sky, the river, the wind.

 

 

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Came

I came a long time ago

Have no friends

Just the streets and the sky

Do I feel alone? 

Sometimes in the afternoon

 Fleeting rush swerving around my skin.