The Daylight Dreams On
I hoist my sails
in a sea-green bottle.
Daydream a life,
and yet
the brown hen
still swirls around the barn,
her everlasting flap
a prelude to nothing at all.
The daylight dreams on.
Sail with me,
there is just enough space
in my shipwrecked heart
for you, and a speckled chicken.
We may have to eat it,
or learn to swim along,
side by side
in a thimble of love.
It might do,
it just might.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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