pssst listen a cloud respirating
it’s the wind sighing, “You’re mine”

a woman’s vibrato could be sadness in a real world

am I stepping into a soul?
carbuncled cheeks a shivering chin

absent sky absent life still life

my toes sanded gray ten wiggling stones
deciphering the language of seals

rumours rise on a bench the now  a honking overhead

a flickering V hurriedly ink-brushed
pierces the blue that ocean groans have frayed

no matter the pitted grass footfalls crackle on brittle heliotrope limbs

in the eye   in the end
a cacophony
on the beach

Alegria Imperial