Landfall...
a progress
nipped by headwind,
though his bullish heart
has flickered clear of drowning,
so he's dusting down
Saharan surplus, hawking
off the sea-sick yachts,
ensconced in royal chiffon,
appealing for that magnet-tug
along the pollen flyways
pulling homeward..
and
I wonder
if he sees me,
-mid shipped twitter
post Johannesburg-
a gurning
plate of swan-necked
adulation, craning skyward
that I should pin
my yearnings to his
cloud-encrusted orbits
caws of folly..
more fanciful
than summer being
borne upon his wings...
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC
Landfall...
a progress
nipped by headwind,
though his bullish heart
has flickered clear of drowning,
so he's dusting down
Saharan surplus, hawking
off the sea-sick yachts,
ensconced in royal chiffon,
appealing for that magnet-tug
along the pollen flyways
pulling homeward..
and
I wonder
if he sees me,
-mid shipped twitter
post Johannesburg-
a gurning
plate of swan-necked
adulation, craning skyward
that I should pin
my yearnings to his
cloud-encrusted orbits
caws of folly..
more fanciful
than summer being
borne upon his wings...
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