AFTERNOON

WATCH, as the clouds recede from dirty blues fringed with a dying red, as the sky shifts through a million and more cool tones
more welcome to the naked body than any ocean. The midges begin to nip at my flesh in desperation for a final meal before dark, to taste our blood and maybe my memories too. A bat begins to weave impossible through the hanging air, its plan laid to perfection whilst avoiding the sun’s sweet burn, a ballet before the revealing moon. 

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