Monday, November 16, 2020

anchored well below
her power casts me
forward my shadow
ripples on ghastly
waves left murmuring 

net stretched and billows
jaw oped to catch free
streaming notes that float
teem unnaturally
swallowed and circling

fuel sickens unfroze
ice worlds drop crackly
returning screen snows
fizzle to wracked sea
soar on fertile wings 

With the moon at our backs we can voyage triumphantly through
dangerous and cold waters for the sun.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week