when the wind
simply takes a rest
and dark shadow lines
curtains, I think of seas at dusk
and how the boat man
must be sighting
the bowl of moon
upside down, with
waters in spate
reflecting glassy image.
All alone, he is a drifter
like the fish, the whale or the alligator.
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