What the Squall Sends
scavenge what you find and
salvage what you can
swim towards the shores, though
the shores do seem to
swim
shimmy up a sea shore tree
shady up under the
palm
inspire yourself to be a hard - to - split
nut
who could just as easily be won over with a
song
good friend
lie awake under the island's
scintillating moon
as she sparks light over the shimmering shadows of
low waves
listen to the cadency of
accent, course, and sway
the days' roving shipwrecks
so
often
made
my divine gowned mystic banfilid
within the oak and intonation of
inward hills
let us crack open these fence - sitting coconuts
that have wobbled off by themselves
into the
fields
my good friend
Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2021
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