The watchman on the shadowy decks of memory just the face is the treasure like moonlight bejewels the ocean's surface suction-cupped tentacles yank down down down— leviathan breakers wash over crest into throat and lungs. scan the horizon for the lighthouse. rising, a beam of light plunging, the black ink deep swallows to deep nightfall the sea's engraved lockets the picture of the yellow flower in the hair with the anchor's chain of the Dutchman the necklace
The Watchman On the Shadowy Decks
12
Mar