Currents
Sunken waves
play against our faces
and unfurl
opalescent fins
where splintered
sunlight glitters
and moss
cloaked treasures sleep.
Currents
turn us into wanderers
slipping
ever farther from the shore
seeking
gardens where sea flowersblossom
in profusion
from abandoned
pearly shells.
Poetry -
Doris Vallejo
Art - Boris
Vallejo