Mireille Astore

Petals

 

Shimmering gazes

glide an angry sea

 

Over there

only air

 

Air to gasp

air to sling

air to sculpt.

 

Empty, empty

like a rose;

it folds, it folds and folds

then,

 

In there

only air.

 

Air to gasp

air to sling

air to sculpt.

 

to sculpt.

©Mireille Eid