She danced naked in the rain, her palms upward to accept the droplets of moisture. Captivated by her own imagination, lost in a world of her own creation, a world where outsiders weren't welcome ... [+]
Lavender waves
and mirrors along the coast.
Pointillism birds shatter the reflection.
The pink won't show up on my phone's camera.
It bleeds into yellow and orange, but is broken
by the yellow-blue horizon, sharp and cold.
The foam flashes back at the sun,
Whose color darkens, covered
in a red shawl as it waits
to sink.
The sky delights in its passing.
and mirrors along the coast.
Pointillism birds shatter the reflection.
The pink won't show up on my phone's camera.
It bleeds into yellow and orange, but is broken
by the yellow-blue horizon, sharp and cold.
The foam flashes back at the sun,
Whose color darkens, covered
in a red shawl as it waits
to sink.
The sky delights in its passing.