It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over

by Anne de Marcken

There are two old trees. An apple and a plum. They reach to each other, are collapsing slowly into one another’s arms.

Lying in the dunes with you. Sound of the ocean. Sound of wind in the dune grass. The same sound. No difference between ocean and wind and you.

To the sunlight on the living room wall at four o’clock. To the sound of you in the next room.