Stick to the tides,
know the ruses, the rise
and fall of lunar pulls and gravity
so when you sail
your keel will only graze
what rocks beneath
for if those barnacle-stain
kelp-slapped teeth bite,
no panicked oar stroke
will hide that crimson bloom
they smell blood from a quarter mile
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 3:43 PM UTC
Stick to the tides,
know the ruses, the rise
and fall of lunar pulls and gravity
so when you sail
your keel will only graze
what rocks beneath
for if those barnacle-stain
kelp-slapped teeth bite,
no panicked oar stroke
will hide that crimson bloom
they smell blood from a quarter mile
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