underwater dreams
of coral reefs and forgotten things
weaves in a out
between the seams
of dreams and reality
the curve
of the moon
waits for you
lily white and cold
and lonely
hangng in the cold black
where the whisps of wind curl
god only knows
when I’ll see you again
I miss you
but I’m doing alright
I remember
your moon flowers
veiny spiral
with jagged edges
blue, purple, and white
a flock of color
that frays and folds
paper on the wind
let me borrow some warth
balancing
and floating
on the edges of everything
-Sarah Mahina Calvello
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