mantra reviewSummer 2018Fade Into The water first met the sky a thoughtful blue then went mackerel through gun metal to a bruised purple And the thundercaps first bone then ochre then peach deepened to rust heavied with lavender soot And this is how I’ve always pictured you updraft billow elemental shades that fade into shades And now the waves are powdered secret and the sky goes slate and color has left the water And this is how I’ve always pictured me when night comes and I fade into you Michael Getty is a writer who lives with his husband in St. Louis, Missouri. His work has appeared in publications such as THAT Literary Review, The Aurorean, Poetica, and Pidgeonholes.
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