Pure seconds
This day,
this hour, pure
seconds
dissolving, bubbles
of mesmerising
colour,
undistilled
dreamlike swirls,
hopes saved
and watered,
treasured like
encrusted gold.
We blow
memories out to sea,
stones tripping
grey waters,
never
sinking, almost flying
as though they
had wings.
Copyright Vickie
Johnstone, November 3, 2020
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