alfie lee writing

 
Early morning in a hotel room at a seaside resort

He sees the clouds sweep in
to touch the hill top full
with trees.

The glass must be cold because
it's touching the outside he
shivers to think but instead

hears her murmur behind
him as she turns over
kicking away the sheets.

He opens his mouth to speak,
look the sky is down or
look that hill is reaching up.

She cannot hear because
he doesn't speak because
before the hill can touch

the sky it wants to reach
he is across the road
already already he is on the beach.




                                                               
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