.
quick-silver runs
on the wave crest – the moon
crashes onto the beach
.
where once
my hairline now tumble
white whiskers
.
stealing silver
creeping out – behind a cloud
moon shadows fall
.
.
quick-silver runs
on the wave crest – the moon
crashes onto the beach
.
where once
my hairline now tumble
white whiskers
.
stealing silver
creeping out – behind a cloud
moon shadows fall
.
