A hammered silver something.
A white anvil.
Reflections, refractions -
Silver strewn across the sea.
Infinite blue horizon,
Limned by glare.
White light,
Blinding; painful.
Kiss the sky - that beaten blue heat.
No gentle green ripples on a manmade pond,
Just the fierce sea -
And the sky screams back.
xxx Molly
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