Haze gulps me down.

I melt.


Days pregnant with sun

Slurp slices of moonlight so late

Fireflies go unseen.


Enchanted seamen

Flush out their names:

Shouts spit above the waves.



Foam veils the spell.

I molt.


Photo by Mausilinda.

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