Bike and tobacco beside myself, I am treated to a show of
gleaming geometry.
The tern splits atmosphere
and water as it dives. Instantaneously alighting on air & allowing cold,
silver fish, momentarily, (No, less.), to fall into sunlight.
Catch is caught again & nature’s vibration is
electric.
A spectacle, a
vicarious meal, & glint of a beautiful death are for me to inhale in solitude.
a worked up old piece, I've been off both the bike and the durries for a while now
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