evening sun gold-pale
on house stones
candles flicker
screen black, closed

the unfathomable depths
of the moment
as music plays
and you feed us

clothes hang almost
candles flicker
and a soft woman's voice

day in the sun
the smell of cooking
and your smile
with plates

hungry for the moment's
surface, and its depths

as I fish in a sea too deep
to catch, pressure
too strong to dive

eveninglight playing
on the water
unruly child

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