Blue Memories

Today,

I rode the train back

the clack of the wheel

slapping dull tracks.

My mind 

Wandering across

loose memories, blue oceans

saltwater, seawall, red bridges.

Whispers 

Spit into the sky

Summer moons, drunk on

bitter memories, azalea's hips.

Sounds, an

Emerald wash, my ghost.

Listless, poignant pains

two hundred icy cuts.

A bell, 

Its ring, again,

jumping across my eyes

a memory of its seas,

Wishes wrapped, 

gone 

and sunk.