Relaxing on the edge
of heightened Port Aransas
boardwalks,
your sepia splashed eyes
smile under
bronze shafts of luminosity.
As we admire the unbroken line
surrounding us
with its faded pink mist
set ablaze an orange glow,
soft, affable waves
gently moisten
our feet
that sway at sea level
and our fingers splayed
upon jagged wood,
only an inch apart.
Vapor swims across hemispheres
as narrow spaces
between
sink away,
like the sun gradually slipping
beneath violet entwined
horizons.
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