Blue

There’s a new ocean
tonight, watching the river
heave on by, I define
this in our distances: the breaks
and bursts of our voices
the space between contact
and lock, eyes like friends
a quick hug at the end of each
glance,
we can only fold our chests in and laugh
as paper boats, float a while
and drown in blue

forget to swim

fall

rest.

 

– Joseph Simington