The Move

Been navigating the shores of my life
tied up in those big ropy knots
that only true sailors know how to undo

Old blinds and curtains are nothing
but ruffles of wind on the waves

I imagine the shine of
salty spray on my tired
but satisfied face

a pink-orange end
to voyage;
a juicy, sunset satisfaction

spilling through windows
traversing cabinet and cubbyhole,
staining my new-old kitchen
floor
Prelude to liquid light:

The evening stars
spreading wide over
a great ocean

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