words eminating
from sandy shells
it’s not music you say
just noise drowned out
by vultures and gulls
on an enormous rock
she sits
staring into space
only the stars she cannot
see
the melody is heard
as she gracefully
sways to the calming
chimes
the ones she has heard many times
before
”rescue me”
she whispers
the chopper hovers over her
though by no surprise
she refuses
to lift her delicate
face
it’s too late
all is sealed
in a time capsule
only to be reopened
in kingdom come
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 