a vibrant blue sky
white gulls crying
slowly awaken
naked in
an empty end-
less parking lot
walk past a gray
failed mall onto
a rarely traveled
dirt road at seaside
an old man sitting
perfectly still
in the fading
overcast sun
his wife leads me
to a boat and says
go with the current
it will take you there
the slowly roiling
water gray green
bruise-blue the
sun setting like
a bloodshot
eye closing
I sail into an
unknowable night
as the moon hides
its glowing face
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Author:
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