Monday, 16 April 2012

NaPoWriMo: Day 16

The sting of wet salt,
Swimming in a sea
Of already concentrated lakes and wells.
Streaming water over the edge,
recreating Victoria's Falls.

The blurred silhouette,
Of my lover, I presume,
Against the morning's rise,
or the sun's set.
or the Golden Gate's.

Cast a shadow in my memory,
Foggy as the distanced lagoon
Like the view of the land,
through teary eyes,
or a fogged monocle.

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