Across The Sky Monologue

across the salt marshes:

the humid sky sweats it’s tiny drops. swaying trees solemnly watch as the old sunset rests on the horizon. they brush against each other, looming over the crisp blue water, still visible in the dimming light. they watch as the blazing sun disappears, and the piercing moon shows it’s beautiful, barren face.

and i watch it too, as i sit, seeking comfort under the dewy