1 minute reading time (41 words)

Water-Sensing

Dark boats silhouetted 
sail along

one bold winter moon
shines

always bent in pure reflex
those hands

move with the pacing breeze
twisting

between ropes, yardarm and cloth
deep woes gather

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

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