Washed up on silver shores
you emerged from the sea
in the lilac dawn of summer
you came to me in a dream and,
where are you now?

I imagine you in an empty room
writing poetry in white light
exactly where I left you
in an old world somewhere pretty

It’s winter in New York
and you’ve got the
brightest eyes in California
this house still smells the same
so transformed, yet nothing’s changed

Stumbling down sun-drenched streets
sped up in your torn blue jeans
you came to me in a dream and,
summer died too quickly.

Jenna Putnam is a photographer and writer based in New York City. She focuses primarily on portraits, poetry, and prose and is currently working on her first book, 'Hold Still'.