shaped like spits of land
just off a coast I love and
my eyes are tired so
blue behind those clouds
is wavy and it's like someone
stapled a picture postcard to
the peak of my cap and
by the time that I'm
more awake and I've had
that first cup of coffee
that scene will
have shifted
and these words will be the
only half-proof that my
oceanskywishyouwerehere time
passed by the window at all.
