Walking through the dark air bravely

A warm glow separated us from the rest of the world
for a short time. As if evening light was shining
through ripples of honey.

The feeling of steam.

I wonder now
if it is possible
to stay this way for very long.

Lying on small hills in a golf course,
forgetting about the golfers and golf balls.

                                                        Briana Jamieson, Salty, November 2017


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