583. Leo and Koi
Razor blue eyes.
Quick tongues and grand secret tales.
Koi raised his hand
to the sky,
letting the breeze curl through his fingers.
His questions were sincere.
Leo began to brush away
the layers of dust on his theology.
The silver-tongued fossil
smooth to his fingers,
but the bones were teeth;
under the thirsty sun their gleam
As soon as the treasure was unearthed,
it crumbled into tiny little pieces.
Urgent invisible heist.
Civil sacrifice and quiet holy wars.
Before he was educated,
Koi was enthusiastic
He later retreated into cool, dark, lonely places
while Leo slowly burned away,
left to watch the fire spread into his dreams
and consume his philosophies.
Never trust a sailor,
especially when he says so.
When he’s excited though,
his spirit is contagious and you forget
what it’s like to pine.
Easy luminous ripples.
Blind repose and old rugged wood.
Koi was not interested
but he was very good at picking his way
through their pieces.
The sun turned the ocean
into a million dancing vapours
and the sky
accumulated a ferocious irony.
The storm was pithy,
The debris that washed ashore was redundant.
Discrete emerald smudge.
Pinstripes and cold stainless crosses.
Koi believes the world is flat
and that you can swim right over
Leo is waiting for something,
for science and flying fish,
for evidence to support this antiquated thought.
With all his tools,
Leo cannot reveal the truth
because sometimes dynamite is the only answer
for something so solid.
is yet to turn up from beneath these rocks.
They will make relics of us all.