A Harbour Scene

Cobbled paths. Buildings on stilts.
Wafts of wave petunias framing benches built on bridges.
Tall masts reach to foggy haze.
Salt, escaping ocean’s grasp, hangs furtively. Unsupported, suspended until massaging deep into alveoli, tickling olfactory bulbs along its path.
Standing on haphazardly constructed corners. Gaze steady, covering appearance of directionlessness.
Direction is of expansion.
Directionlessness is false.
Crispness of humidity uncovered by alacrity of sights.
Union Street. Main Street. Bayview Street. Comprehension.


Published by bluemountainchild

I like cats, music, ocean waves and the Divine.

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