Into blue

Blue lifts from the horizon
fish hide in the eye of the sun.
Travelling back over, closing.

The dark water's mouths
whisper at the bow
white songs.

So wave cuts story
in green sea, cross currents.

Salt stings our vision
oil spreads surface with shadow
slippery, memory's taste.

Journey sticky with scale
pattern shaded with weed.
And always moving away.

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