An Old Hammock
An old hammock
sways in a safe place;
appearances of familiar geometry,
echoes of crashing tidal motion.
This place was always
home to us - this place to
seek shelter, seek disguise, covet oblivion;
posit persuasions in waves
of ocean,
perhaps to cradle a foreign ear,
or disturb the lonely torpid night.
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