night and day the inrush of the tides I’m
waterlogged I’m dry I’m all the decades of fringe sitting
knitting and unwinding telling keeping secrets
all the worlds destined to wash up this
kitchenette my laundry torn apart by crabs
sluiced to sea relying as I do on you the moon
aiding and abetting Sun if they can prove it
so many other crimes I live between the heat the bats
this under over day and night the leaves the
tips the roots the air the water knitting all the time
Yep Kerri, that's magical...
ReplyDeleteThanks Anna and Jeffree. x
ReplyDeleteSimply wonderful. Thank you for sharing
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