The Heads – Kate Rees

Demi-darkness spreads:
the opening of a hem
asphere, the last houses
couching the edge, catch
rays in
— nets.

Unfurl.

            Buoys
hex / phosphorus
hex / phosphorus / red
and green fallalery.
Pulse lights spill
like paint.

We cross—
white water licks
it rocks and lurks the hull
before finally falling
away, dark water runs
gunmetal grey.

She sees the sun she sees
lambent nails curled— blue
day is almost
done.