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September 18, 2023


By Anabell Donovan


The distant face of the smoking sea
hides a curly silvered setting sun
surrounded in a black siesta
misty mirror where gin
and sea beams unfold.

A vague wind knows biceps
positioning sails
have a land in sight.

Night is deep in the sounds
of the locked abyss
it comes visionary and hollow,
sighs along with the long shade
from a sailor's cap,
moves in calloused hands mending nets,
and the bodyless,
paused footsteps on deck.

Article © Anabell Donovan. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-06-27
Image(s) are public domain.
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