1 minute reading time (41 words)


Dark boats silhouetted 
sail along

one bold winter moon

always bent in pure reflex
those hands

move with the pacing breeze

between ropes, yardarm and cloth
deep woes gather

in simple contours and dimensions
babes and serpents, both ...

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