Lucy Alexander #46 Shadows - Their Reflection

The water shakes in the last

quiver of winter

throwing back the distended trees

to the sky

and the sun makes fun

of our solidity

feet of dust

sea’s out of sight.

It is quiet, for a second

the mock coffee of lagoon

the sand a sugar pure

lines like dreams

wavering

shaking from their own chill

the wind loved your hair

and the fine metatarsals

of your extended foot.