WHITE ROCK BEACH,
VANCOUVER
-
Gopi
Kottoor (India)
At
White Rock Beach,
The
twilight sun
Is
kneading its colours upon the light blue waters, fetus tender.
All
of that wet crimson sun,
The
sinking sphere is
Bright
yellow silver now.
Upon
the waves, unmindful of all that filigree, small friendships
Of
Canadian geese
Pivoting
white bands across their faces, keep swimming towards the shore
Where
by the rails,
The
boundary ferns,
Have
just begin to undress their green,
Lining
bloody red,
For
the rising Fall.
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