May 2020
The wind blows;
turning the sail, I allow
an aimless drifting, between
the billows, caring nothing
for the ****** of the gale
and everything
for the pistoning
of the wave
turning the sail, I allow
an aimless drifting, between
the billows, caring nothing
for the ****** of the gale
and everything
for the pistoning
of the wave
