Whale Of A Night


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The road is so wet; a long dark throat of it
One slit-eye moon rolls
Night arches by: note the languorous float of it
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Like a whale, I think: in the chill deep it lives
Calm or storm: comfortable, part of the abyss
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Comments

The Armchair Squid said…
Is that your photo at the top? It almost looks like a painting. Very nice.
6 February 2014 at 01:03
Lisa Southard said…
It is my photo Mr Squid, painterly half by intention and half by experiment :-)
6 February 2014 at 15:28
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