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swansong
no
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the little fish -- i swal-
lowed her one gulp so
clean without detection
into the sea of my reflection.
between the earth and sea i rest my soul. my life hangs in the balance as i roll.
© Copyright 2020 May 28
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the little fish -- i swal-
lowed her one gulp so
clean without detection
into the sea of my reflection.
between the earth and sea i rest my soul. my life hangs in the balance as i roll.
© Copyright 2020 May 28
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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