Picasso

I walked alone in the morningwhile others sleptnavigated my tracksthrough dead fish and snakes-it was low tidethe sea depositedits ugly secretson the beachas fisherwomenhung their dirty linenout there to dry I walked alone in the evening.the waves swallowed a golden ballbled orange and crimsonon a weeping horizonjumped high to create wallsto block the view of … Continue reading The Disconnect