The Moon and I
The moon and I
are alone on this night
in the dim yellow light
the mist mixes
strudels like
dead insects
bits of rotting bait
ciggy butts
fish guts
Bottle tops swim
glisten as they swirl
in the pounding waves
across my sunken trawler
The moon and I
are still alone
at first light
no land
no rescue boat
in sight.
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