i think ~ he thought
i think
he thought
above the inky
estuary
as the flow
flew the words
where the boats
of thought lay
stranded on the high tide
of his drinking day
and querulous as he seemed
the lists of words were stricken
to the last perchance
that they would finally see
the estuary that flowed in me
sitting here stranded
and candled moonwise
all alone with my thoughts
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