Tsushima Screen

The perilous blue sun follows with its slant eyes
masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize
in the frozen straits of Epiphany.
 February has fewer
days than the other months; therefore it's morecruel
than the rest.
 Dearest it's more sound
to wrap up our sailing round
the globe with habitual naval grace 
moving your cot to the fireplace
where our dreadnought is going under
in great smoke.
 Only fire can grasp a winter!
Golder unharnessed stallions in the chimney
dye their manes to more corvine shades as they near the finish 
and the dark room fills with the plaintive incessant chirring
of a naked lounging grasshopper one cannot cup in fingers.

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