I saw him first, diagonal light
giving a soft profile against a
black-blue shadow, then he
turned and time became liquid,
a riptide ebbing back to when
we met, then surging forward to
the moist sweetness of his eye.
Ripples collide over my toes, the
sand under my feet dissolves
in the backwash, unsettling
my balance and that part of
him that I hold for myself.
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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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amazing photo and such an evocative poem!
Thanks, Therese.