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
