The Sea At Night
a move of broken glass
black as polished leather,
burnt wood, the big shifter
that trembles steel under us,
the horizon hides above,
a curtain made of holes
with stars around as the
lost language of wind,
howls of salt, tide of night
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2016
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