weightless as
unseen,
and pleased
to be
in my tree,
overlooking sea’s
cold, murky
history
while it rages
back at
me.
bone raft
barely afloat,
teeth and hair
hold ship
tight,
sink through
surface-
sails set
to air..
out night.
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written as the soggy companion piece
to ‘guts of a tree’,
completing
cycle.
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