Ship Smoke Days

One ship sailing into sunset. Strangeness and beauty.

 Back in the wide red wonder

 Of wood on water

 Felt by remember-this-forever bones

 And seen by moon-stung eyes

 A sky piercing mast

 Pulls in the fireflies 

 And sets off its timber

 

 The brown scent of a night cigar

 Shapes the air with a stream like blood

 I’m there

 Tide-black fever

 And the evening chase

 Of shiver-crimson surf

 Fire, billowing fire

 Above the currents and spray

 A valley has been carved through the night

 

 For an hour-long instant 

 And a year long intake 

 Of blue breeze breath

 I’m there

The End

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