Sunken streets

 

In sailing dreams,

I flail over

these sunken streets.

Summer storms,

drenched feet

under

thunderous sheets,

Inhaling

the future spray

with every breath.

Touching tomorrow

along the wind swept

coastline

of the pavements, 

where angels leapt.

Weeping.

Reaching out

towards the moon.

Sweeping momentous

mountain waves,

climbing skywards

then crashing down again

like torrents of rain.

Here for a moment,

then gone so soon.

 

 

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