The wind has turned and is growing wings. Beach umbrellas ripple shade. On the deeper blue toward the horizon the first white horses appear. But still the tourists float their children out to sea on inflatable mattresses and blow-up fruit.
Jay tried cycling on ice
Jay tried cycling on ice and walking on windy cliff tops. Kay tried swinging from an oak branch and jumping over rivers. Then, and only then, they thought they would chance spending their lives together.
Under the moon
Under the moon the slow impulse called me.
I felt the danger
I would lose my soul in your soul
to please you.
All the shadows were soft-sugar grey;
the thought of the proteas shone through.
People with beautiful eyes
People with beautiful eyes are dangerous as fire.
People with dangerous eyes are beautiful as ice.
See me, follow me, take me with you.