Friday, February 7, 2020

I can hear the horns
way out in the distance.

With the wind,
they whistle.

They sing to me
a warning,

like a loud, dancing, dream.

They, the intuition beaming
from the shore.

I'm lost at sea
and they're calling for me.

Hum hum tee hum hum

tee he.

-e.c