Monday, 24 August 2020

enchanting

 enchanting


perched on the confluence of city and wildness

built of warm stone words and whorls of worlds 

slow gone‬ out with the tide that will return

to lift the boats and walk with the herons 

and tourists lost in carried words

the half understanding of the looking

around each corner’s corner gated

in an aged boathouse with a ghost

from new york 

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