We stopped
at the ridge across the bay
and watched the rust colored hills
roll down into the blue ocean
into the silvery swells
that skid along the shore
silent and adrift
like bleached wood
on the white sand
we sat
somber like empty shells
reliving life as it was
before the world stopped
soaking the evening sun
watching the glow
of a crumbling corona
into a colorful kaleidoscope
into the dark side of the moon
into nothing.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 31, 2020 | OC, California
California Blazin’ | Lost Disks