She, the sky and the sea

For Shirley

She glimmered like the sea, when I met her under
shadows of a sun hanging low, her coloured plastic bags
weaving rainbows into wind, steady as a heart that’s
found a dream to strive for. That dream was to one day see
the sea in blues and silver greens, to dangle hands in
the sky and to watch them cluster like the stars, and every touch
leaves behind marks in gravity. I say she shimmers like the sky
because there’s lightning in her smile and thunder in her laugh
and when she strikes the earth the only sound that’s left is rain.

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