shark bite cold morning gleaming with teeth
bitter as dark ocean surf rising 
a bell ringing off the shell of blue
waiting with thick thoughts that once dove deep
but now drift away on a chill breeze
thin as blank paper let’s press ahead
stop wasting days let’s dance in the street
let’s kiss in the cold January
light before the sun falls into night

(Words and images Copyright 2017© by Michael Kallstrom)