'After the Journey' by Ed Smith
Wash in and out with psychic tides
Disperse the seeds in the storm of
O, flying fish or bird-reboots.
Who ordered the platter
a motley paradise
the sea/sky swap the poles & hues.
Impossible to stay on either side
while mingle –outstretched arm
Don’t miss the catch,
the row trips to celebrate
with cotton sun.
Where under every leave we creep
the bursting jelly-moons –
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