Twelve
The hat drops over his ears bill straight, uncurved, a slight angle to the side though not yet the full teen rake; he’s turning twelve
October 26, 2010
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The hat drops over his ears bill straight, uncurved, a slight angle to the side though not yet the full teen rake; he’s turning twelve
By day the light upon water is brilliant and bright, securing the outlines of what is safe and real; by night, now shimmering the moon
The sound of your voice lifts the autumn wind, a golden light quickening the almost dead as they rise from their obsession into dew soaked
When wind and sea collide a third way will be found of eddy line beside jagged rock where water shapes a counter flow to release