After the heat passed out of our veins and cold sucked all energy right through the soles of our feet to the same place shadows reached to. When your voice seemed to linger, half calling, your smile flickering in my periphery. That was when I turned my head, slow and deliberate, lips caught around words I’d wished I’d said to you.
Salt stiffened, her wings don’t lift except pinwheeling feathers caught helter-skelter by sea breeze, sun bleached and lichen lined. Watches for the hands rising, faces breaking among shallows, hope and desperation. She sings for them. Caged in her cove, she sings.