Infant Spring warbles off-key,
sky wreathed foggy.
Glide silently—picture reel—
floating weed is parched flooring.
Distance blurs,
horizon’s soggy filter.
Chill embracing bones,
copulating steam-breath.
Overhead, shrill foghorns bleat,
onyx stars circling—
splashing collisions hardly ruffling,
glass momentarily shimmering.
Beats turn cacophonous,
maelstrom discordance.
Vibrating in lobes,
commandeering heartbeat.
Rain patters trepidly,
whispering greatsongs.
Breeze rises in accompaniment—
still life’s aural soulmate.
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