A Haily Shooer
Showers. Breezy. Wind driven all day. My untethered kite is now in Livonian Square, Riga. The fleeting turning waves were as a surfeit of surfboards, a muckle scalding fae the west. Sea of milky porridge, big churning, a chastening wind, mermaids’ curses, fragmented seaweed. The sea contradicts all that is terrestrial. Green water, white water, briny water, inclusively wet water. Salinity writ large.
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