Harris Khalique remembers

Now that IS poetry.

I remember

Her presence has receded
becoming a faded wallpaper
on an unnoticeable inner wall
of a rundown beach hut
with rusty window frames.

But there was a time
when she was wild and expansive
like a youthful sea.
The sharp crests of her waves could cut the wind.

-Harris Khalique


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