“Such blue. Such brown.”
Such blue. Such brown.
The waters are deep.
Watch the people come.
I would travel the earth.
See the police look at me.
Leave me and my sisters and my brothers alone.
Wave us on.
Wish us the sunset.
The bedroom.
All the water.
Sweet dreams.
Salt from earth. Earth from salt.
Tears from you. Bedroom. Night.
Tomorrow the buses.
We draw the windows and the doors.
Goodnight to everyone.
Oceans and deserts.
Poetry is everywhere.
But how things lean away.
Another day.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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