Turn around.
You beckon in desperation.
You long to move before them,
to be at their feet,
but the soil sucks you down,
suffocating you.
Hold your breath,
and wait—
Don’t ignore the bow and curve
of the foamy white-capped waves.
With anxious inhalations,
the water exhales quiet kisses along the shore.
Shhh, shhh,
shhh
it calls
for the white in your eyes
to meet the white and yellow in its waves.
Look.
The homes along the opposite shore
leak vibrant orange yellow,
like flowerpots overflowing with sun-infused rain.
Look.
The night sky sporadically salted with stars
radiates a pale yellow of its own
among the swirling navy blues, ceruleans,
and shades of begrudging black.
Lights trickle down and dance on nature’s mirror
reflecting night’s iridescent face.
Look.
Two wooden
ships float silently on my lips.
You both
stand backs turned.
Admiring
something
just out of
Reach.
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