Sunday, July 22, 2018

rainy Sunday

deck woodgrain revealed
circles - linear array
raindrops from the roof

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Wednesday, July 4, 2018

unequalled tide

been digging with impunity
through toxic spoil of war
I'm finely marbled with its rash
where innocence before
allowed me to believe a dream
of tides that lifted free
all watercraft both sound and whole
a flotilla marvelous to see

but eyes aloft see warring moons
demanding that we choose
and damn half that wondrous fleet
pound them until they lose
all buoyancy
all pride and hope
and in despair they'll cease to float

will we be any higher

those moons with all their gravity
should feel the gaze from you and me
and each and every ship at sea
and focus on reality
enhancing opportunity
for each and every craft

'til then they're naught but warring moons
and I grow tired of their pull

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