Thursday, December 24, 2015

Sunrise with Sea Monsters

by Jaime Forsythe

Evidence I am still here:
dots and dashes through wet grass.
The balcony’s squeak, a bell-shaped
shadow. A beating locket. The body’s
slow drip. (Also, the smoke
detector in the garden, the unhinged
gate, reflection in a filled bucket).

Still halfway submerged in a slow dance dream
with a stingray, enveloped by floppy wings.

Smokestacks, shipyard, sky all striped.
The bridge was plucked apart yesterday
and carries buses dyed pink this morning.
I am forever trailed by a hovering crow,
low aircrafts. The creatures
in the harbour catch
my eye before going back under.

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