it wasOn a morning shorty after waking up with you -
On the holiday away from the big chest pace - in a tent that caught the coastal dunes and only in the evening time made me remember my ruby blues - I get overwhelmed too. tide takes me. let me ride out a current. sweet coconuts populating every island. unlike the plane tree seed (that float, too, but are itchy, spiky and generally quite uninviting)// where i place these important ideas
I forget what I need, lose track of footstep reminders.

a reading of this poem, 20 May 2022