Hopefully you didn't spend too much, just before Christmas too!
Either way:
You braid the syllable — soft, salt, small —
and sling it like a hook into the dark.
“Soon,” you throw, a shimmer on the fall,
watching the water take that single spark.
It skirts the edges of forgotten docks,
brushing ghosts of promises unpaid;
a ripple answers, then retreats in shocks,
leaving hunger where the word was laid.
Trying to forget! Shocking behaviour
Beautiful, A M E N!


