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| (Reddit paintings by u/Spadoynkal & u/Illuhstraighter) |
Barely noticing the sun,
brushing it away like a passing fly,
I focused on the waves with you
while fog-under-fire vaporized.
Not noticing the rocks, until
a wave threw them at your ankle bones,
you stood where sea swells flopped
out flat, and skipped imperfect stones.
Late noticing the wind's intent,
I wondered how your leg hairs raised,
covered in light and salt and sand,
As we watched high white shapes graze.
Unnoticing that we were grown,
you point: “that cloud is a swimmer with—
a dog he's rescued? On his back.” And
they were worth laughing for, myth on myth.
“Don't blame the rock! It's your hand that threw.”
“Well, sometimes it's the rock that decides.”
Or the water, layered on itself, or the
matching of lungs with the tide.
“Ever been weightless before?” you ask.
I murb “Just as a dreaming afterthought.”
“Oh really?!” you shout, off a globe without
a stand, “Can't we both be terranauts?”
