Twilight. Watch trees on the near shore.
A tug boat chuckles at a private joke;
white furrow through the jade. Today
sea and sky reach an accommodation;
time is distance. And, did we
make the most of little or the least of
a greater gift? The way meaning comes
on like white horses. Or words lie
side by side on deck in the twilight
icing. Out of sight, the city sweats
under thunder-headed clouds. Two Gweilos
promenade. Not quite hand in hand.
No. Breath of air – I can’t stand it.
Their voices carry.