Mist of the sea
Mist of this
pensive sea
Breathes
in on the waves.
Not a
person breaks the sight
On this night,
slow burn.
Rain swirls
on cobblestones,
Engineering
eyes and rivulets.
Prisms arch,
blink in puddles
As the
sea flickers, reflective.
Victorian
metal lamps loiter
On the
edge of the promenade
Like
fishermen watching the sea,
Waiting for
their true love to rise.
A lone
seagull surfs the air,
Spiralling
like a plane.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, June 13, 2020
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