GIBRALTAR

I stand with respect on a

blue broken carpet of muscle shells;

azure seethes a jealous face.

Gold flecks of crystal sand paint

Pharaohs sandals onto my feet.

Hungry waves slide over glacial pebbles;

time laughs at man.

 

Hands of clouds slip silently under a

blue stadium sky.

The ocean holds pride over

horizons space.

 

From Gibraltar I see the coast of

Africa.

The gravity of the continent is

beyond my sight.

I am reduced, bowing to its greatness,

strengthened with desire.

 

 

 

 

 

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