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after a long dry spell surrounded by undrinkable water, sometimes rhyming words that aren't there

dead calm


a vast pacific mirror


salt-poisoned dreams 


fish flying

a school

cracks the glass


my too well-made craft

still afloat


land in sight

white prismatic floating mountains

cool promise

sending shards of light into

all its brave components

were they really there?

sail tattered

cups the imaginary breeze

the oars a memory

ready for a current

to catch 

a motion

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