The hull is covered in weeds.
Who knows of evergreens seeds?
How might such vessel run aground?
Bundled pine needles hang upside down.
Rust-toned brick rings concentric circles.
Frozen water rippled amidst twig branches stippled.
Where bronzed brick meets cold stones slick,
Where ice reflects blue butter skies, opalescent mirror to the eyes.
Green spider grows.
Rock wall laid even rows.
Branches bequeathed bare of clothes.
Bird slips in bending bows.
Of this frigid February frost,
Warmth bears a hefty cost.
Hiding berry brandishing bushes from sight,
Till reprieve granted by first sunlight.














Comments
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28.06.42.12
I are cupid
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and they're all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same
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