The collaboration (Day 1122)

She cares for everyone and no one   and her hair smells of the sea   together they pass through an open door into a small hall   he thinks of her   eating buttered toast and jam   and the way she pronounces toast   always emphasizing that final t   makes him laugh   the air is scented with pine and apples   and no he isn’t in love with her   but with the way she catches his eye when she returns up the path from the beach silhouhetted against an evening tide the color of wood smoke   dropping his keys in a wooden bowl he climbs upstairs   certain he isn’t in too deep   but there has always been something about her after all

(c) 2020, by Hannah Six
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