It's Still Life

Together They were a Shipwreck

He existed in a California Dreaming,
as if betrayal and loss were minor
abrasions, and Monday’s intelligence
was a profound art. He thanked poetry
and disasters for his inspiration.
And
she was shifting sunlight. Laughter
never-settling. A thirsty sound of
simple phrases that filled the air.
Like party songs or choirs, earthly
copies of angels escaped.
But
together they were skittering ice.
A driven tide pushing into softest
sand. A pristine remoteness. Wishes
of Monet-serenity turned into a de-
voted noisy throng. A shipwreck.

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