western wind
is the night’s breath
birth
every dream segment
eggs in cluster
conception
of feather
petal and pearl
mussels shelled upon the rock
where radial armlets grasp
grip each passing tide
ribbon
strung
hidden
along the sea’s glass tongue
will you listen for the last gasp?
polish the granules that sit so close
just to hold
your shadow
your footing
unstripped against each blow
your steady
outline rendered
on the contours
of the landing
where you fish
for every sun
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