September on Sea

October has notions,
sits beyond the white rocks
shielding us, eyeing wasps
and glitters and waiting
to push grey legs
into surf.

It knows stones
can devour their heft
in feathers and waves
are just the sound of days
breaking us down
forever.

I have no worries,
so worry about nothing, colours
of things and smooth
tongues whispering
beneath the
house.

GJ Hart currently lives and works in London and has had stories published in Isacoustic*, The Molotov Cocktail, Jersey Devil Press, The Harpoon Review and others. He can be found arguing with himself over @gj_hart.

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