Poetry by Melissa Mitchell Before sunrise breaks early bare branches wash my thoughts on this last late cool night talons painted black scratch blue sky the fabric splits dark hues pool a mess of wound sky after sky after sky next to me your arms paddle foolish billow in panic slip on liquid but you are not this mess you are an ocean looking looking looking undulating waves heaving masses flashing off the round edge of the earth Forever hay bales as far as the eyes could see, the sun awake just enough to paint our backs blue, you said to me, only once, it won’t always be this way SEE MORE: MELISSAMITCHELLPOETRY.COM 31 AARON WOOD, OUR SPIRITS INTO THE SEA - @HOLLYWOODINDIAN
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