slips shadow into the water air is made of
takes one hundred thousand greys
and casts them in a waveform
across an atmosphere of hollowed blue
weather-fronts reshape themselves
and flow away as smooth as sight
a memory on eye and sky
© BH, 2025
From a photo by my friend and artist, Alison Dunlop, I concocted a few words. Pity I had to superimpose them on the photo. One piece of art overwrites the other.
Someone, chisel this from stone! Or sing it…
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