LATE FLASH MEDIA TO THE ISLAND OF THE BLUE EVENING red geraniums
The roof was tile sea and the waves whispered silence
comfort
the melody of the sun in the washing
was his space dreams like
different tempo was the time between their chimneys
other routes crisscrossed the seas of pirates that I ran after her door
zinc sheets filled by the wind
full sail south! shouting at the tides
where everything is light blue
to the island as never impossible
of
never lost to the Blue Island red geraniums
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