What colour is the sky

I awoke feeling

A sense of unease

A disproportionate imbalance

In my sleeping fantasy

I had sat and aged

On the couch next to you

Both of us watching

The same cartoon

On repeat for 35 years

We sat on the couch

And grew old

Next to each other

In silence

What colour is the sky?

I once asked

You couldn’t answer

And so we resumed

Fading into the couch

Spirits of the mountains Cabril, Portugal

House in Góis sketch

Communicating with stone

Poems and photographs by Yuri Nezovic. 

Paintings and drawings by Neil Tomkins.

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