alfie lee writing


the dead leaves

buoyed by the spurn
the turn of air the sun rise
and plunge as drunken
sailors unsure of shore

voyage on rite passage
this very word ship shapes us
vessels unglot cargo
and sibilants pour

the acts broken and grave
compromises this living
wake over wash
waver no moor


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