Wishing you a beautiful day…
by: Sarah Marie Miller
skeleton sailboats have the wings of a dragonfly and they shoot
(buzzards across the sand)
sun is shrouded in salt and sees me through tear fogged eyes set in glass.
i am the smallest sailboat dripping bright blue perched on the horizon
teetering on the edge of this flat world of rock and salt water.
filling my nose and greeting me with seaweed stained rusted air.
“The feeling that you get [when you hear me sing], I get first.”
– Lauryn Hill