Poem: Overcast

 

Overcast

 

white sun,

color-drained bay,

overcast cerement,

ribs of shade,

 

and the seagulls toss,

gone bits of stars

caught in old breath.

 

foam

flees a chant of waves,

sand the skin

of all that’s shed,

 

our lives

brief winks

in the play of the ocean,

raindrops like sex,

 

and the treasures we crave,

day in and out,

scuttle shiny as crabs

over slick black rocks.

 

philosphers are oars,

boats skulls,

buddha one fisherman,

jesus another,

and witches three.

 

 

 

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6/16/25 ... added "slick"

6/15/25 ... mods