And after forever the gin-flavored breeze
remains like a tonic
police sirens
caught in the wind & blown miles
off course
bath water salty from the tide
coming in, then out
before silence
collapses on us both and stars
like beer-battered fish leap into Milky Way sauces.
In all the universe I chose my way
but did not see her coming
asteroids crash
to make a new world of ocean-swept
grounds
the smell of coffee fireworks pop
in approval
an alarm shatters the dark alerting
us to tides turning abruptly
the first sound
I’ve understood now sings in unison always.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #828: beer, police, caught
Often Mumbled Musings 
beautiful in an apocalyptic sort of way! 🌠
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This is so awesome. You are very skilled.
These are my favorites:
“stars
like beer-battered fish leap into Milky Way sauces”
“the smell of coffee fireworks pop
in approval”
that line break after “dark alerting,” which, in my mind, makes it a noun
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Thanks so much 🙂 very kind
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You weave the words together so well Phillip. Happy New year to you and your family.
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Thanks so much. Happy New Year to you!
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🙂
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