Sunday, January 05, 2020

& the bones
of these hours
slowmove creak
ship-hull timbers
on seas unsteady

as she goes she
goes jutty that cut
of her jib one white
flag settled in fog
grey blankets

so unnoticed propel
forward on a sum
of surrenders

& part ways with
walls of saltwater
at either side

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