The Horizon sweeps forever (an illusion). Vast emptiness between Water, sky, & me. The freedom of air uninhibited by anything. Gentle waves kissing sand. II. A waitress with slender arms knows when I’ve had too much coffee. The smell of pines places comfort Into a...
Oli Smith
Sunday
I rush to finish my chores quickly So that I have time to stare off blankly— There’s nothing poetic about Forgetting to water your plants. Tear drop coffees till Your sun hangs crooked. I’ll try the new album But won’t touch the strings myself.