we splashed in puddles
of sunlight pools
deep as Sunday night
frowned at starfish stranded
by the tide brittle as hopes
abandoned wishes unwished
yearned to touch to trace
with trailing fingertips
the steady breath of clouds
coquettes so near
so sweet and out of reach
long past the cares of dreams
dreams of thunder racing
over waves surface longing
for lightning’s serpent strike
and then midsummer twilight
how it rose blue
as velvet curtains and as soft
dousing the flames
still smoldering like dragons
in the west
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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