Nashawannuck

Meet me in the glint

where wind meets light

as memory fades

with your appetite for Blue

Only we two birds,

fledging low below clouds,

are finally ready to Dive--

pinched nose, holding hands

Once we’re deep under,

twine your legs round my legs--

your Heart withers so cold below,

don’t you dare let go.

Flash Fiction 55 at Real Toads.