The Very Air …

Last night, after dancing, laughter,

Connections became passion –

Not yet to be mistaken for commitment –

Between strawberry-blush skies

And a succession of

Blueberry and ash ridges.

This morning

The coffee bites,

There’s salt in the wind, and

The very air has an edge.

 

What The … ?

What the Hell …

The bottle is empty?

So soon?

What the … ?

That bucket is full?

Already?

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