The Sea
Minutes go out, shoddy,
Falling against my cheeks
Wet, absorbed by the pillow, the sheet,
Held around the neck, to not let air through
Closed on the face, open on the feet,
To let in the cold,
the wind,
the sky,
the sea.
© The Wrench Poetry
Falling against my cheeks
Wet, absorbed by the pillow, the sheet,
Held around the neck, to not let air through
Closed on the face, open on the feet,
To let in the cold,
the wind,
the sky,
the sea.
© The Wrench Poetry