For some forgotten seafarer
On a flaccid wreck somewhere
I, too, am lost and shattered
We’re both stranded, the hard concrete
Made for our searching: in spite of all
Silver crown, dubbed beauty
We searched, through the frenetic infrastructure
Long-distance romance, fingertip pounce
The cobwebs that lay huddled
Was it you, to become me?
Flew west to build a nest
In the forests they’ll find me
Wave goodbye to all you know
A new face, on this painted white landscape
Tiny miracles elusively overfull
Ecstatic flight and fresh linens
Beckon, home awaits
Daisy inquiries
Of eternal youth and temperate vigour