Reflective Landscape Tet Speirs

The streetlight is a jellyfish 

pink bubble,

the park a luscious green.

It’s early in the evening

the sky still burns Italian blue.

I’m seventeen,

and haven’t moved away


from the comfort of colour.

I haven’t met you yet,

never slept in a lonely bed

never felt strange in a stranger land

never felt unsettled

and yet moved by

grey streets, wet days. Now the wind

is so strong outside my window,


it feels like living by the ocean.

Under indifferent weather,

my hearts have multiplied. 










(Photo: Tet Spiers)



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