BKS

the first garden, gone to seed and salt;
a green so old it forgets it is a colour.

a banner soaked in noon,
claiming nothing but the heat.

an alphabet dissolved in tide,
spelling the one word the sea keeps.

a clock the sun refuses;
here the afternoon has no end.

a line drawn in wet sand,
gone before the wave agrees.

a current that runs on light,
a shoreline breathing in colour.

the sea we were promised as children,
warm as a memory we finally keep.

a coast rendered pixel by pixel,
a paradise you can wear, if you wear it close.