Bob MacKenzie – p. 27

sketch of a girl

somewhere near a far shore small boats bob in sunshine their sails matched triangles against the sky’s still blue

on a rock at the shore she sits imagines Euclidian triangles near a distant unseen horizon hid behind a watercolour mist

she always sat on this beach alone but for occasional gulls hair tied back and yet windblown her dress and manner timeless

the girl fades with the sunset I walk back into my own world leave the girl drowned long ago longing for the beauty of sails