Her

it isn't enough to see listen

the gulls cry wildly above

stealing bits of cloud daring thieves returning

on currents of bright air

do they now return what they have stolen from me

it is all the ring and chime at once

merging this other place this other time

a craving sun worshiping sea as far as the eye

witness to this dangerous orchestration of wave upon wave

crashing desperately

onto a shore

less certain

than

I

JPPestana

Her

12.15.2022