5

the sky is an unusual shade of coffee and smoke
a cloud the shape of the distorted shadow of a postbox
stretched lazily across the sky
distant pistons and stomping feet set the rhythm of the evening
directions disappear, north is east and everything is everywhere
they wear a thin film of sweat in between skins and clothes
keys are carrots, cabbage locks - flowers wilt, leaves fall
sighs and car horns sound alike, as they punctuate the river
of breeze that flows and falls, flows and falls in between
my feet move along the seashore - my breath, steady -
with every step i breathe out seven names at a time
and i wish to see them all as one - a lost rabbit
comes and deposits a letter in the shadow of the postbox
salt in my nose and the scent of another evening lost, on my mind
and i stop - in front of me, the sea
and another day that has reached here much earlier than it should have -
yet another sunset and my last day, in front of me
another unsent letter and an unsmiled smile
the sky is an unusual shade of coffee and smoke
a cloud the shape of the distorted shadow of a postbox
stretched lazily across the sky