Painting of sunrise over Florida ocean

Two Birds

The sea, at dawn
finds me spinning
light into silver,
you slumbering.
Was I returning
for your morning
voice murmuring
across the satellites?
Good morning maestro!
I’m coloring slumping
remnants of child’s play.
A castle of sand abandoned
to careless tides of yesterday.
Were you eating organic yogurt,
wild blueberries gathered, sipping
green tea from a porcelain cup in
that room washed in flaxen light?
That unwavering beginning,
two storm birds dreaming,
the beginning of forgetting.
Hair of fine hue, eyes of
trembling blue, your
silken, secret voice
circles the light
circling
circling

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