Tuesday, July 24, 2018

11,007. MY BOAT

MY BOAT
My boat is floating blue and
mellow, over any long-lost sea
it goes. Tendentious animosity
no more. my ports of call have
just now been announced: Amity.
Brotherhood. Wisdom. Calm.
This bird is bringing me back a
branch, from somewhere. Could
that even be an olive tree? An
olive branch now in my palm?

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