The warm breeze floods through an open window

one of your legs dangles out of your bed sheets

Cold water running down your throat

Dusk

Dust circles in the evening light

Noisy Sunday

Light leaks in a photograph

Dew settles on the grass

Shade looms over the burning pavement

Sand tracing the arches of your feet

the ocean

Lunging into the sea’s face

Agape, it sits still

(Fresh)