night in late October
after that rainy night
with a bus full of ghosts
I Rise to the morning
last stop before We hit the road for AC
that smile on Your
beautiful face
collecting seashells
at the shore
You love the way
the clear jade water twists
around Your ankles
with speckled beige sand,
bright sunshine,
sky of blue and You
still Your shadow
remains
Your shadow is cast
grey
across from Me
Your feminine features
glued onto
the sand and
pasted into My memory