Shields

Blue lines, drifting low Pavement waves, tangling toes Lens sky, erase my face Hands slide, striped like rain Pulse in my palm, unknown Breathe slow, sinking stone Plastic shields in summer light Plastic shields in summer light Dancing through the morning tide Fading signals passing by Names left behind—brief silence Surface reflects, never calls back Paper birds take flight at dawn Time flows past like breaking frost Wind pulls threads through distant paths Patterns shift beneath the glass Numbers fade to white Stars fall, turn to light Plastic shields in summer light Plastic shields in summer light Dancing through the morning tide Fading signals passing by