Something in the water smells
Of unconcluded storms,
Shapeless downpours
Partly rained and sunken,
And these broken clouds
And loosely woven fogs
Make promises and drift

Something in this cotton
Sky, it scrapes the mountains
Clean, its momentary
Velvet makes a parody of
Touch, and in its kiss
The stolen shiver of
An ocean never done.

Somewhere in this tidal
Haze, the blue to make
Your eyes again, the hidden
Wisp of lucky tries and
Comfort somehow listless
In this fabric of a hopeful mist,
But I won’t find the scent
Among these fleeting waves
Before the storm has passed

#Seward #AK

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