March Sunset Duet
Two Sides of the Bank: James City and Surry/Chasing Slices
[CW: Climate change, decay]
Two Sides of the Bank: James City and Surry
Its sand dots the other side, sways so close I see the sine waves of pine branches in sunset. A solitary spot of red signals for sails and motors alike, though solely seagulls and geese squawk and honk in kind. I swim glances beyond the brackish susurrus, beyond the sublime bargain of premature seventies before the ides of March, beyond the crepuscular song (so out of tune) of that geese couple, a couple of sapling -like leaves amid the senescent. They whisper of starting over before the river takes to the sea.
Chasing Slices
The waves crash and I crash out of my red-and-white floral patterned beach mat, veer barefoot to the sand damp with water unaware of the air’s unseasonal thermal dance, unaware of how I want that little slice of vermillion to swell in my eyes. If only sprinting at the horizon could force its hand. But the slice of the horizon pie doesn’t wax poetic; the river current loses its currant reflection as the sky flavor changes: golden gooseberry to raspberry to tart blueberry to moldy blackberry. Maybe beauty berries bite in the mouth of the beholder.
Ok, I hadn’t poemed yesterday afternoon, but sunset on the river did pull a few poems out of me. I hope that y’all enjoyed this set of two!
These were both so beautiful
A yum sesh:
But
the slice of the horizon
pie doesn’t wax
poetic; the river current
loses its currant reflection as the sky
flavor changes