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Unravel

© Wenee Yap

Unravel

Slip down stream, simple as

Fifteen drops of rain fallen

From a sky in blue

To summer dusk

Azure to deepest grey

You and I

We have time

We watch the seconds clock their hours

Climb to minutes

As if they were – ocean

Tides gasping upon the shore

Folding back upon their depths

Its finger trails clinging

To the fine sand grit beach

Leaving – here a bruise

There – a mark, and seaweed hair

Tangled up in green

And blue

We have time.

Time for me

Time for you

Time for earl grey (hot black, no milk to perjure its purity)

And bittersweet orange peel Cointreau

For Ravel’s 1912,‘To Madmoiselle’

Indeed – for poetry

All afternoon