under the watchman’s moon
a Spring sunset lingers
wrapped in the chill of an immortal autumn
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Day 115, 2023
the dirty river runs its course
under crisp slice of moon:
my pipe bowl glows, a new sun
for a universe to be born
and then return to ash
20 to midnight
the wharf passes into an odd shipping lane of fierce and gentle monsters, among them: I