Cerulean Dusk

To borrow from the
Fog and mist
Another settled word,
To speak of days
In weather veins
And tenuous horizons,
Line by line on
Lapis tides a
Waning verse in
Version after version
Blue and distant,
The curls of some
Inherent poem breaking
Whitecaps like a promise
And the offing only
Draws away to paint
These veils cerulean
And leave but fleeting
Glances in the trails
Of smoke they hang,
The grey mistakes of
Words indebted to a
Passing dusk.

#Alyeska #Alaska


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