Salted air falls
from the wind
sticks on skin.
Forgetting
he casts his eye
across the sea.
Orange sky
slides slowly
down into night,
distant water,
a dying sun
on canvas.
He is witness;
the long look
so others see.
Salted air falls
from the wind
sticks on skin.
Forgetting
he casts his eye
across the sea.
Orange sky
slides slowly
down into night,
distant water,
a dying sun
on canvas.
He is witness;
the long look
so others see.