the celestial beast
casts a shadow across
the moon as heavy
as god’s anchor
a sea boils, somewhere
and it stinks
of cans of tuna
and anchovies in oil
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Last Day of National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 30
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floating and leaving no trace
the celestial beast
casts a shadow across
the moon as heavy
as god’s anchor
a sea boils, somewhere
and it stinks
of cans of tuna
and anchovies in oil
——
Last Day of National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 30
Check out these sites: