It's Still Life

The Edge of Books

Turn and turn the page,
twice then thrice, this book and I
have the night alone.

Pages talk from yesterday,
when the sea called the child in me,
and the universe
opened like a distant beach where

aye, a ship can sink
in waves white and ankle-deep.

And what were those last
three magic words right before
I fell asleep.

Miz Quickly has returned … ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. AI digital art ©Misky.

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