the great wheel of ka
turns
on a sea of
fortune cookie advices
blue tunes
choices like eels
becoming a spread of roots
fleeing yesterday
a sailor’s arm looped
around the rail
shoes and feet
skating on crunched shells
and
slips of paper with orange phrases
voluminous treble
clefs like sky whales
out of the Nineties
her dragonfly
wings
the mother of salvation
dreams
come into harbor
and go subtly wrong
red sunlight
staining his new face
smashed
with blackberries
metaphors
tangled as mangroves
and
midnight oil
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