north shore sun

making up with the sun
watching it wiggle past the rocks
and plorp like an egg yolk
above the horizon

wishing the camera battery wasn’t dead
remembering when seeing was enough
and experiencing the thing was the thing

it rises now its fantastic robes
trailing in the water shimmering
shaming Venus changing
turning the blues into deeper tones

 turn face it smile

in two days
the same sun will find me
and burn and burn and burn






north shore sun/8-13-2014



About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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