the last 24 hours have been a blur
one city - two cities - three fish
sand in and sand out - a sunset btwn blades
a sunrise i forgot to wake for - it all
splinters down - we slowed time
down for a day: even though i still worked a bit
for me and my friend. how days come
upon us and leave - i want to write
i really do. it irks me to not but what else is there to say
friend - no friend - sand is what we had
and there is very little that can be built on
it that stays - yet i have read that sometimes lightning
hits - and sand becomes art - a vessel used
for flowers or lights or for whatever is fathomed
in realms of silence