The day the storm hit the coast
he drifted along the shoreline
looking for trouble in her jade eyes
– see-through waves through
the discoloured sun –
chaos and fury in his heart
hoping to find her of the pale eyes
forever resting in the waves
On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...
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