High in the bleachers,
a chlorine spray of dolphins.
Ocean is waiting.
About the Creator
Ari Gold
Filmmaker, writer, drummer. Guinness World Record holder for air-drumming.
Poems published in Tablet Magazine: arigoldfilms.com/poems
Watch my movies on Amazon or at AriGoldFilms.com.
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Drum podcast: HotSticks.fm
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To Speak of Secret Futures
Our coffees cool between us on the breakfast counter. You stare at the curls of steam so you don't have to look at me. That's always been your tell. Usually your gaze speaks volumes, so when you refuse to meet my eye, that means you have a secret you don't want to say.
By Addison Alder4 days ago in Humans
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Fantastic!!!