Above the sand
wind and gull cackles blend
sea spray rainbows, prisms in sunbeam glints
I squint into horizon, where sky blue melts
cloudy bands at the edge of the world.
In a taste of salt, memory of sand upon skin
mind lifts my spirit to hover, cupped wings
tilted to catch the solid seams of moving air-
a weightless metapoise: man into bird, wishes
dissolve bird into wind song.
Upon a current stream, a flow of deep desires
carried to a place near your lips,
to make a soft moist rush of air
touch your smile, just while
a feather falls near your feet
to catch your eye, and find … a memory.
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