weathersong

lost somewhere between the

turquoise air and the petulant ocean,

glass beads held between our teeth.

crows looking over our shoulders,

wormwooded snakes sliding over our feet.

moons like oceans,

circling like tidal pool goddesses:

they were you; you were me.

flutes made of the ocean,

cracked heartbeats strung together into

a dying song.

saltwater rainclouds.

one last song.